Last night I had the following dream:
The first thing I remember, I was in a class type of setting, sitting on a desk (those small ones for one person) with other people in the "class". But I had the impression that the building was very big, with other buildings, like a university or a hospital campus.
On my left from where I was sitting, instead of a wall, the room had one huge window, and it looked like we were higher than ground level. And as I was sitting there I saw through those windows small aircraft appearing in the sky (they were khaki colour, looking military, and painted on them was a red crescent) and they started throwing bombs, and I could see explosions with black smoke over the city. Very soon, a bomb fell very close to the building where we were, and as soon as I saw it I shouted, "it's going to explode, run!", but everybody remained sited and my shouts did not seem to register. I started running out of the building, down some stairs and then on the ground, a kind of road with buildings all around. Looking up, all these aircraft continued to throw bombs all over the town, and I suddenly felt that it was useless to continue running, my panicky feeling calmed down, as if coming to terms with what was happening. It felt that nowhere was safe, so I started walking instead, and I had the thought that I might die now, in a matter of fact way.
That's when I heard a voice saying clearly:
"A hospital is the sad face of god".
And I woke up, thinking that this dream is important in some way and went through it again in my mind, so that I don't forget about it. I slept a little bit more after that, but the images stayed in my memory.
Any thoughts?
The first thing I remember, I was in a class type of setting, sitting on a desk (those small ones for one person) with other people in the "class". But I had the impression that the building was very big, with other buildings, like a university or a hospital campus.
On my left from where I was sitting, instead of a wall, the room had one huge window, and it looked like we were higher than ground level. And as I was sitting there I saw through those windows small aircraft appearing in the sky (they were khaki colour, looking military, and painted on them was a red crescent) and they started throwing bombs, and I could see explosions with black smoke over the city. Very soon, a bomb fell very close to the building where we were, and as soon as I saw it I shouted, "it's going to explode, run!", but everybody remained sited and my shouts did not seem to register. I started running out of the building, down some stairs and then on the ground, a kind of road with buildings all around. Looking up, all these aircraft continued to throw bombs all over the town, and I suddenly felt that it was useless to continue running, my panicky feeling calmed down, as if coming to terms with what was happening. It felt that nowhere was safe, so I started walking instead, and I had the thought that I might die now, in a matter of fact way.
That's when I heard a voice saying clearly:
"A hospital is the sad face of god".
And I woke up, thinking that this dream is important in some way and went through it again in my mind, so that I don't forget about it. I slept a little bit more after that, but the images stayed in my memory.
Any thoughts?