I had a pretty wild and complex dream the other night that seemed full of symbolism so thought I would post about it. Just a note this happened Sunday night after taking some melatonin and also a few days after starting my first cycle of DMSA Protocol which was prompted when a small piece of steel got lodged in my arm last week (it came out easy enough) and taking it as a sign that I might need to do a little heavy metal detoxing.
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And then I woke up.
There are some things that caught my attention, one being the comment of me giving up or not being able to sustain myself longer than 30 minutes. I couldn't help but think of all the songs and articles I've tried to write in the last few years that I never got around to finishing due to losing track or thinking they are BS and not particularly good. But now I wonder if the only way I can find out if I have a knack for either is to just do it and see what feedback I get. I've got a few articles that have been sitting on my computer, unfinished, some of which I spent a lot of time researching and trying to piece together but unsatisfied that I could tackle some of the topics without considering all that need's to be said in them. And I'm notorious for being inspired to write, either music or an article one day, and then fizzing out and lose focus on the meaning the next.
And the last part really didn't seem directed at me, per say, unlike the rest of the dream where the focus is this small journey I undertake. I was there and heard the message but it was directed at everyone in the house. Which is one of the reasons I'm posting this instead of privately journaling about the meaning of this dream.
Anyways, just thought I would share it.
Added: I'm not implying that it was some higher level dream that was directed towards the forum or group, but it was a pretty rare dream to have and may be symptomatic of some detoxification going on, but I think there was something more to it than that that doesn't just apply to the personal struggles I experience.
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In the dream I start out in a room of a very large house that isn't familiar to me (usually house dreams happen in places that I've actually lived in). I'm sitting down when four seductive women walk into the room to as if to surround me with one as the leader of the bunch. My spidey sense is tingling so I automatically react by grabbing one of the other girls who I knew IRL from high school and run out of the house with her in my arms. We are at the cusp of having sex but instead of focusing on that I'm more intent on where I'm going to take her to have sex and not focused on the act at all.
Somehow I end up back in the house again only to realize that the real life property owners of where I work are like armed guards scouring the house preventing people from leaving and knew that I had ran out of the house. I sneak up to the corner of a wall and look around to see them searching for me but all of a sudden the leader of the four women pops out of nowhere to tell them not to worry about it because I am having sex with the other girl. I felt some relief at this point because they weren't on to the fact that we weren't and let go of my trail. As I turn around I end up peering into another room that's a den for drug addicts. I can see them in there, almost like zombies, when one of them comes out with glazed eyes that are totally nebulous. He was another guy from high school that I knew of who was heavy into that scene.
All of a sudden I look over to my left shoulder and I have a piece of metal or steel that resembles part of a coat hanger on steroids partly imbedded in my shoulder and sticking out from both ends. So I pull it out and am left with four bumps or bruises as an injury. The rest of the dream, if I remember correctly, I had my right hand over my left arm covering the bruise.
Fast forward, I'm in an upper area of the house with Perceval, Mr. Scott and a few other FOTCM members sitting in a small booth-like area where Perceval starts talking about how he knew this girl that I ran off with, partied with her all the time (which threw me off in the dream because I didn't think he was the partying type and is married!) and that I reminded him of her in that I can only keep going for 30 minutes. That last part was vague and not the exacts of what was said but it was something to that affect and I remember it hitting me deeply and I became sad at the comment wondering how the two of us are alike.
I stroll back into the house again still sad with my hand covering the injury on my shoulder only to realize that the house is completely different from before! It's clean and tidy, organized, there aren't any guards lurking about, no drug addicts or seductresses, but instead there are FOTCM members in the living room and main areas. I decide to go upstairs to the kitchen to grab some first aid for my injury and as I walk up the staircase I don't see any people or activity going on which has me worried about going all the way to the kitchen. On top of that I heard Laura's voice coming from one of the upstairs rooms and she is talking to someone, I presumed Ark. She sounds a bit distressed or at least that's how I interpreted it so I start hesitating, the sadness still lingering, so I turn around and go back downstairs.
After I walk to the main floor and heading away from the staircase Laura comes halfway down the steps and calls upstairs 'can someone go and get the first-aid kit, Turgon's hurt himself again.' I turn around in disbelief and shock asking her how she knew I was hurt (I was still covering my arm). Her response was that it was obvious when I came up the staircase and walked back down and that later on we would all sit at the kitchen table and she'd explain why I did that. She then turned to face everyone in the house and said that not every kid is allowed to or able to gain access to the first aid kit and everyone in the house needs to be made aware and mindful of this (I'm paraphrasing a bit because I don't remember the exact wording). She then humorously adds, but with some conviction 'And y'all need to start f'kn doing something!'
And then I woke up.
There are some things that caught my attention, one being the comment of me giving up or not being able to sustain myself longer than 30 minutes. I couldn't help but think of all the songs and articles I've tried to write in the last few years that I never got around to finishing due to losing track or thinking they are BS and not particularly good. But now I wonder if the only way I can find out if I have a knack for either is to just do it and see what feedback I get. I've got a few articles that have been sitting on my computer, unfinished, some of which I spent a lot of time researching and trying to piece together but unsatisfied that I could tackle some of the topics without considering all that need's to be said in them. And I'm notorious for being inspired to write, either music or an article one day, and then fizzing out and lose focus on the meaning the next.
And the last part really didn't seem directed at me, per say, unlike the rest of the dream where the focus is this small journey I undertake. I was there and heard the message but it was directed at everyone in the house. Which is one of the reasons I'm posting this instead of privately journaling about the meaning of this dream.
Anyways, just thought I would share it.
Added: I'm not implying that it was some higher level dream that was directed towards the forum or group, but it was a pretty rare dream to have and may be symptomatic of some detoxification going on, but I think there was something more to it than that that doesn't just apply to the personal struggles I experience.