posted on Jan, 12 2015 @ 01:47 AM
Hello Again ATS!
It's not very common for me to have dreams that leave me feeling different - sort of displaced and confused. But I just had one. And since
there are a wealth of people here who study such things and are well versed in symbology and interpretation of dreams, I thought maybe I would throw
this out there and see if I get any good information back.
Thanks to my PTSD I have nightmared often ( this was not a nightmare ) - and, partially because of the PTSD and partially because I've become enured
to nightmares, I almost never have dreams, good or bad, that involve residual emotions. I simply wake up and, even while thinking about whatever dream
I just had, it's only a dream and I have zero attachment or investment in it.
About half an hour ago I woke up with a very different experience. I woke up from a dream still very much emotionally tied to it. So much so, in
truth, that I was nearly in a rage that I could not return to the dream.
What is doubly strange is that the dream, itself, was pretty out there and there were aspects of it that would never happen in my real life ( even
though the dream was realistic enough ). I don't know how others dream, but I tend to dream of people and fairly normal situations ( when they're
not nightmares ) - only my dreams are always populated by people I do not know and, to the best of my knowledge, have never met. Sometimes ( as in
this case ) a real life friend or two will cameo or be part of the dream. But most of the time my dreams entail faces that are unknown to me - even
if, in the context of the dream, they are portraying friends, girlfriends, etc. In the dream they are familiar.
So onto the dream ( including the weirdness )
The earliest aspect I recall of the dream is that I was asked to keep my eye on a very young woman. Much younger than me, but definitely in her mid
twenties or so. I don't recall why I was singled out, but I do recall somebody telling me that she had just been released from prison for killing her
mother ( It was a dream - they don't always make sense, and as a dreamer, I always end up rolling with whatever ). This young woman was a bit short
with medium length dark hair. She may have been Native American, though a bit light skinned if she was.
Anyway, she immediately became a sort of hassle. There was a building in front of us, many stories high, and a stairway on the side of that building.
She, being about half my age and kind of rowdy by nature, went into a direct run up the stairs. Me, being not half my age and with a knee that needs
surgery, went chasing after her. At the top of the stairs was a door - she entered and I followed... and the scenery changed.
As we entered we were in what looked like a very old converted automotive garage. A one story brick building with decorative arches laid into the
brick walls - very art deco and retro. This young woman grabbed my hand and told me that she'd decided she loved me and that I was her boyfriend.
Further entering the building I became aware that this small facility was holding a special screening of the forthcoming Star Wars movie. In context
of the dream, it was the opening night for the film. There was a fairly large open area ( though smaller than a theater ) with leather couches and
recliners all situated in front of a large screen. By the time this girl and I claimed "our" couch ( more a loveseat really ) we'd gone from
strangers, to hand holding claimed boyfriend/girlfriend straight to truly in love ( a transition that was not linear in the dream... it just was that
way ). By the time I sat down on that little couch I was smitten and happy as I could be. She and I were acting like an intimate couple ( intimate in
the familiar and emotional sense ) who had been together for a very long time.
Other things had also just kind of happened - like one of my ex girlfriends from a long time ago, who is still a friend, was sitting behind us with a
baby ( she does not have a baby ). This ex seemed a bit miffed that I had a girlfriend and a young one to boot. She got snarky and I turned and said
"Be careful, she killed her mother you know!" - but it wasn't shocking to me at all, it was actually funny to me and to the dream girlfriend who
reacted by pulling me back down and kissing me.
This business, garage, theater thing had a LOT of employees and one of them began complaining about another friend ( this one a person who the dream
just made up to play the role of friend ) had his truck parked incorrectly ( FTR the truck was parked inside of the building for some reason, but not
in the "theater" part of it ). I don't recall why, but I volunteered to go fix the issue.
And that is when things got weird ( yeah, I know, they were weird two hundred words ago... but my world is weird so from my POV this is when it
got all unconventionally weird. ).
The vehicle was a pick-up truck and the issue they had with it was how the mountain of junk in the tailgate was arranged. So I set about organizing it
to their standards, the entire time looking through an arched doorway back into the "theater" - some of the time to make sure I was NOT missing
opening of the new Star Wars movie and some of that time to look at my new girlfriend who was increasingly important to me.
Then I began finding stacks of money, everywhere. Not bound bundles, just the sort of stacks men would carry in their pants - folded stacks of bills
of various denominations. Finding money should be a good thing. Right? Only in the dream it was making me really angry because pocketing all of
this cash was taking time and I wanted, badly, to finish my work and get back into the theater. But the damned money kept coming and coming. Every
time I moved anything, there was cash.
Just as my frustration with free money was reaching a crescendo one of the employees ( they were all teenagers dressed in those faux tuxedo's that
some theater chains put all of their teen employees into ) called me over for something that I cannot recall and I caught my last glimpse of the
girl.... two things stood out. One, she had a third eye - just like mystic types talk about and draw, right in her forehead. The second thing was that
she was crying with a look of absolute sadness on her face - like we were saying goodbye.
In the dream this really didn't register. In the dream I began walking toward the employee and...
I woke up.
Now, probably close to an hour later, I still have this unreal feeling that I am supposed to know this woman. The girlfriend from the dream. I can't
shake the feeling that there was something to it all.
So ATS... Any ideas ( other than the OP is off his rocker, which is not really pointing out as there are already entire threads discussing it )?
Thanks for your time!