Monday, November 17, 2008

Dream: 125th St (Part 4)

Remember Parts 1, 2, and 3 of that dream I had? These are some of the things I obsessed about calmly pondered for a miniscule amount of time after I woke up.

Everything up to where we met the man and he said we were not where we thought we were, that there was a different street further up, and then when the family started going crazy under his spell... all of that seems normal to me. -For a dream. It's not my idea of fun, but for me and the kinds of dreams I have? I think "Yeah well that kind of figures. That's how things happen!" But there were several things in this dream that surprised me.

  1. I'm a little surprised that I decided to leave despite all the rest of them staying, and that I said I was going to go, and then did that. I'm surprised that, somehow, I didn't end up getting stuck there with all those other people.

  2. I don't understand (in the whole subconscious scheme of things) why the little girl suddenly came up to me and said she wanted to go with me. That's kind of a weird thing to happen to me in a dream. It is not unusual for me to be torn between having to get out of someplace and having someone I know and care about there who's also in trouble. But these weren't people I knew or had any real feelings for. So for a stranger in a dream, who I didn't know, to do that, and to have that kind of dilemma with them? That was kind of weird.

  3. I'm a little bit surprised, but maybe not too much, that I switched from trying to get the parents' permission to saying "She's coming with me. Call me when you're done." and then made the decision to grab this kid I didn't know, and leave instead of trying to continue to convince the parents to give me their "ok" -or trying to get them to come with me too. It would be more like me (in a dream) to keep trying to talk to the parents, and that's part of why I thought "Why am I going back to talk to these people? I need to go!" Because more often than not, that's what would get me stuck there. But I didn't get stuck. I still left. AND I took a kid with me that I didn't know!

  4. I'm also a bit surprised that I thought to yell out to any other kids (that I didn't really know) to come with me if they wanted, but that -given that I bothered to yell out to them at all- I didn't actively try to get any of them. I just pretty much yelled, "Come on guys, follow me if you want!"

  5. I've already said I was surprised by the kid who lived in that neighborhood who told his friends he was going to follow me too. I don't know what that was about. That was weird and I still don't know what it means.

  6. But MOST of all, I was completely and totally shocked by the unexpected ending with us winding up in that weird perfect neighborhood place. That everything was suddenly ok! I was really expecting the dream to go from bad to worse. To get to a bad neighborhood where it would continue to get darker until there was total darkness and fear and terror... or where we'd be followed, stalked, and possibly cornered or attacked... and then maybe I'd wake up.

    In the dream, I felt like I was doing something that I knew was going to be kind of dangerous, but I felt like it was the only thing I could do -I know... I could have turned back and returned the way I came right?... that never seems to be an option in my dreams! I think that, symbolically, it has to do with not being able to go backwards and having to continue moving forward in real life. On an actual street, yes, you can walk back, but in terms of choices and decisions and those types of "paths" that you take, there's no way to go "back." You have the information of where you came from, but you have to go forward from where you are.

  7. I also think it's interesting that I didn't really consider going back in to get the rest of them once I knew about the "ok place" on the other side. If the dream had continued longer, I may have thought to do that, but I don't know... It's different, again, because these weren't people I was drawn to go back in for like I might have been for people I was emotionally attached to. So I don't know if I would have risked getting back there to pull them out. The dream wasn't long enough for me to find out.
Very very weird. Odd strange dream. And I know why I had it. It's because of something I ate that night! Which is the other weird thing... usually if I eat something that disagrees with me, I have a major nightmare. I know the "weird creepy" part was because of what I ate, but I'm surprised it didn't end up as one of those "wake up with my heart pounding, terrified, afraid to roll over because there could be monster in the room..." types of things. THAT'S what happens when food doesn't agree with me! But for me to just have a creepy part of a dream, and then have it suddenly and COMPLETELY resolve itself and be ok....? That made NO sense to me at all.

Weird night. Weird dream.

You may go to sleep now ;)