Horseofadifferentcolor
Jedi Council Member
I just wanted to share this dream that I had last night. It has really stuck with me today. I will try to cut out most of it and only include the main theme of the dream. I really have a hard time believing that dreams are only three seconds long.
First part of the dream is I was sitting in the guest bedroom of my grandparents old house on the bed and someone was sitting beside me. I was speaking with two young men, and it felt like that I was pleased we had come to an agreement about something that I felt kind of surprised by. I felt happy that they accepted me and whatever I had said. Then the one closest to me pulls out a huge black handgun and sticks it in my mouth. I was beyond scared. I felt how cold it was and the taste of dirty metal. I started crying and gagging. He asked me if I was ready to die this way. He then started to slide the barrel down into my throat and I could feel it tearing me and I could not breath. I really thought he was going to shoot me. He stopped and pulled it out.
Next I walked into my parents old home and a bunch of old high school buddies were there and were celebrating my birthday. Everyone was drinking and eating. I felt very hungry and thirsty, and it was my birthday after all, so I went to the kitchen to get food and a drink. When I came back in everyone was mad at me saying that I had eaten all the sausage. I said whoa, I do not like sausage and was surprised by everyone all the sudden turning angry with me. So one friend stands up and says, you know what? JUST LEAVE. Again I am crying and hurt and don't really understand why this is happening. I began trying to pick up all the things that had fallen from my purse through the tears. Then the scene changes to me driving a car that is spinning out of control in the mud puddle at the bottom of my parents land.
I have had that scene in my dreams before, but it has always been bad people in their cars spinning through the mud. So, in the dream I was aware of how ironic it was that I was being chased off like a bad person, but did nothing wrong.
Then, a school, huge old building, a mechanic shop, strangers home, lots of scenes all the same. Things just were wrong and I had no home, sometimes no car, and no place to go. I could not understand where I was and why I was in those situations. I finally wonder into a bar and went over to a group of older kind looking people that felt familiar. I then in my dream wake up next to an old man. I can feel the blanket on my bare skin and I can smell motor oil, sweat, and dirty clothes smell. He saw that I was laying there completely freaked out and said it was o.k. that I had asked him to help me the night before.
He(or a detective type) then took me back to an underground building with knobs, switches and dials. He starts pulling off stickers below all the controls saying that the numbers were all wrong. "SOMEONE CHANGED ALL THE NUMBERS" He said that was why everything was the way it had been because it all played out by the wrong numbers.
I guess the part that scared me the most was the cold gun in my mouth. I have been having the whole I do not know where I am and have no home for weeks now. Most of the dreams are different but the main theme in all of them, is I am alone and do not know where to go. I can't ever seem to remember why I do not have a place to live. I am usually driving a car or truck I used to have, and if I am driving my current car it has the end of the world flavor and we are all without a home and moving in mass. Also I am never wearing clothes that are mine and feel off in them. Styles I would not normally wear or does not fit well.
Just seeing if anyone had any thoughts on this. Thanks for reading. I find it hard to write about dreams for some reason and almost never write them down. I really should start doing that.
First part of the dream is I was sitting in the guest bedroom of my grandparents old house on the bed and someone was sitting beside me. I was speaking with two young men, and it felt like that I was pleased we had come to an agreement about something that I felt kind of surprised by. I felt happy that they accepted me and whatever I had said. Then the one closest to me pulls out a huge black handgun and sticks it in my mouth. I was beyond scared. I felt how cold it was and the taste of dirty metal. I started crying and gagging. He asked me if I was ready to die this way. He then started to slide the barrel down into my throat and I could feel it tearing me and I could not breath. I really thought he was going to shoot me. He stopped and pulled it out.
Next I walked into my parents old home and a bunch of old high school buddies were there and were celebrating my birthday. Everyone was drinking and eating. I felt very hungry and thirsty, and it was my birthday after all, so I went to the kitchen to get food and a drink. When I came back in everyone was mad at me saying that I had eaten all the sausage. I said whoa, I do not like sausage and was surprised by everyone all the sudden turning angry with me. So one friend stands up and says, you know what? JUST LEAVE. Again I am crying and hurt and don't really understand why this is happening. I began trying to pick up all the things that had fallen from my purse through the tears. Then the scene changes to me driving a car that is spinning out of control in the mud puddle at the bottom of my parents land.
I have had that scene in my dreams before, but it has always been bad people in their cars spinning through the mud. So, in the dream I was aware of how ironic it was that I was being chased off like a bad person, but did nothing wrong.
Then, a school, huge old building, a mechanic shop, strangers home, lots of scenes all the same. Things just were wrong and I had no home, sometimes no car, and no place to go. I could not understand where I was and why I was in those situations. I finally wonder into a bar and went over to a group of older kind looking people that felt familiar. I then in my dream wake up next to an old man. I can feel the blanket on my bare skin and I can smell motor oil, sweat, and dirty clothes smell. He saw that I was laying there completely freaked out and said it was o.k. that I had asked him to help me the night before.
He(or a detective type) then took me back to an underground building with knobs, switches and dials. He starts pulling off stickers below all the controls saying that the numbers were all wrong. "SOMEONE CHANGED ALL THE NUMBERS" He said that was why everything was the way it had been because it all played out by the wrong numbers.
I guess the part that scared me the most was the cold gun in my mouth. I have been having the whole I do not know where I am and have no home for weeks now. Most of the dreams are different but the main theme in all of them, is I am alone and do not know where to go. I can't ever seem to remember why I do not have a place to live. I am usually driving a car or truck I used to have, and if I am driving my current car it has the end of the world flavor and we are all without a home and moving in mass. Also I am never wearing clothes that are mine and feel off in them. Styles I would not normally wear or does not fit well.
Just seeing if anyone had any thoughts on this. Thanks for reading. I find it hard to write about dreams for some reason and almost never write them down. I really should start doing that.
