posted on Feb, 28 2011 @ 11:38 PM
A little bit of background for this thread :
I am currently engaged to the love of my life for 2 years. We have moved in together, are making it in the gritty but loving way young couples do, and
are very happy. Before him, however, I knew this other guy ( let's call him C ) for quite a while. He was many things to me ; teacher, lover, friend,
ect. However, he had no idea how to truly love and respect a woman, and I spent a few years being his "other" girl and main girl as he had weird as
mess mood swings. Finally, I couldn't take waiting and passed over ( I think I kinda started to realize things also, underneath my skin as it were )
and knocked him down to friendship. He wasn't too happy about this change, and when my husband ( let's call him A ) proposed, he acted liked we
never split up and left in a big fit. I haven't heard from him in months.
Fast forward to my dream last night!
I do not remember how it really started, but my first clear memory in the dream is of C and I, and his family, sitting in a room, talking amongst
ourselves. Things do feel strained between C and I, so I ask for some alone time with him to talk. We seem to talk it out like adults ( him realizing
his problems with women, time heals all wounds, ect ) when a group of people I have never seen before, carrying medical bags and whatnot, come into
the room. They tell C that they are going to give him "vitamins". He agrees, and soon they are shooting him up six ways to Sunday. He falls asleep
at the first needle-prick.
In my gut, even in the dream, I feel that something is horribly wrong with this. I either just flat out ask them and they tell me, or I do some
research ( I cannot remember which, but I know that there was some conversation involved ) I find out that his family is giving him and his older
brother drugs to slowly wipe out their long term memory, effectively erasing who they are so they can work only to bring the family money.
( In real life,they do dedicate a LOT of resources to their family, who speaks pretty ill of them at times. There are a few good apples in there, but
the bad ones cause more of a stink) I decide to "Save" C and whisk him off under the cover of darkness to the North Carolina Mountains. We get
there, get into a cabin, and chill. C and I find out that our favorite band is playing a concert not to far from us.Risking is, we don disguises and
head on out. It goes well, until the head singer starts to cover really bad songs in a really bad way REALLY unlike him. C tries to take a picture
with a random dream group of other people,and gets promptly hauled off by the rent-a-cops keeping the band "safe". I bust him out of that hole, and
then the dream kinda fades out.
When I woke up, and all day today, I had this strange mix bag of feelings. A dash of hope, contentment, and... not quite finality, but something a peg
under it. Since I am very new to this dream interpretative realm, and since it is quite close to my heart, I'm looking for insight as to what this
could mean from my peers.
Any feedback is welcome!