The dreams I am about to describe each involved a car on an expressway. The first involved my entire family; the second, only certain members of my family.
The "Everlasting Love" Dream (1991)
I call this the "Everlasting Love" dream because Tony Terry's "Everlasting Love was playing on the radio and had bled into my dream. This dream has been the brunt of family members' jokes for years (LOL).
In the dream, the seven of us--my parents, brothers, sisters, and I--were riding in a car along the expressway, and the song was playing throughout. As the song played, the car bobbed up and down the road's many curves and grooves, dancing in a way as it drove along the expressway.
In one scene, the car had run off the side of the road, and for a moment, it appeared that it might crash into the ditch below. But then the car turned upward and started floating back up onto the expressway. Nothing else happened beyond that; the car just continued driving down the expressway until the dream ended.
The Expressway Accident Dream (2000)
In this dream, it was a full-moon night, and I was riding in a car with my parents and older sister. For some reason, my mother was in the back seat with me, while my sister was up front with my father. I think we were talking about something. Then I noticed that my father was sitting backwards in his seat, but still driving (that part still puzzles me to this day).
Suddenly, the car swerved to the right and ran off the side of the expressway. I can remember that everyone was screaming as the car made its descent towards the ground below us. In the final part of the dream, I remember looking up at the moon through the moonroof and praying: "Please, God, don't let us die..." Then, just before the moment of impact, the images faded to white, and the dream ended.
The connection...
I looked back on both of these dreams and thought hard about the corresponding elements.
I believe that these dreams were one and the same, and that the elements in the first dream were toned down a bit so as not to scare me, since I was 9 at the time and might have been very traumatized by an accident involving my family (I believe that the dream about K-19 was easier to stomach, as terrifying as it was, because my family wasn't fully involved). These dreams were both prophetic and informative, and were fortelling what was in store for my family and me--and neither message had anything to do with an actual car accident.
The first dream, I believe, was simply telling me that my family and I would experience many "twists and turns" on the "road" of our lives, but that we could get through our troubles.
The second dream really got to me, because looking back at this dream, I also reviewed some recent family situations in waking life, and there were a couple of major situations which stuck out to me--the first involving my parents, the second involving my older sister. I put the pieces together and realized that this dream was fortelling hard times for me and these specific members of my family.
I'm still not sure of exactly what situation the dream was fortelling in regards to me. I've had some crazy things occur in the past five years, but I don't know if any ot that would really qualify. Or maybe it would. Only God knows.
I thought that it was kind of cool to look back at these two dreams. I find it interesting how two separate dreams nine years apart could be connected in such a way and have such profound significance in my life and my family's lives.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
The Dream About K-19 (1991)
This was perhaps the earliest violent dream that I can remember. It's amazing that I can still remember it so well after all these years.
What I remember was that I was in school, and all of the students and teachers were called outside. Everyone left class and went out to the front of the school.
I recall that we saw a blackened sky once we came outside, and all around us were huge tanks and several soldiers dressed in fatigues. For some reason, these people called themselves K-19.
I don't remember much from when the teachers and students first came outside, but it wasn't long before the soldiers began gathering people up to be killed.
Throughout the dream, I watched as adults and children were being brutally and methodically executed. I don't remember the exact ways in which they died, but I recall seeing blood and gore everywhere I looked. The dream ended before K-19 could claim my life.
I remember writing about this in my diary sometime after I had the dream, and that I made up macabre details about how my teacher and classmates were sliced, diced, shot, and beheaded, before I myself was blown up with an explosive hot dog (I remember I got the hot dog thing from the movie Leonard, Part 6--that movie with Bill Cosby). I didn't remember any major details involving the actual death scenes, nor did I try too; I just knew the dream scared me, and I guess I figured at the time that I could deal with my emotions about the dream by dramatizing it and blowing it out of proportion.
I still don't remember any major details from this dream (it has been 16 years), and my first interpretation of this dream seemed kind of outlandish.
My main concern, however, is not the dream's elements. What perplexes me is the fact that I would have such a violent dream at 9 years of age. Like other 9-year-olds at the time, I had no doubt seen my share of movies I shouldn't have seen, especially horror movies. But my dreams were usually the kind of lighthearted dreams one would expect a child to have and didn't involve violence. My dream about K-19 would be more suited for me today, at 25. I wonder what could have been going on then that could have triggered a dream of this nature.
I now want to revisit this dream. I am hoping that something can come about the next time around.
What I remember was that I was in school, and all of the students and teachers were called outside. Everyone left class and went out to the front of the school.
I recall that we saw a blackened sky once we came outside, and all around us were huge tanks and several soldiers dressed in fatigues. For some reason, these people called themselves K-19.
I don't remember much from when the teachers and students first came outside, but it wasn't long before the soldiers began gathering people up to be killed.
Throughout the dream, I watched as adults and children were being brutally and methodically executed. I don't remember the exact ways in which they died, but I recall seeing blood and gore everywhere I looked. The dream ended before K-19 could claim my life.
I remember writing about this in my diary sometime after I had the dream, and that I made up macabre details about how my teacher and classmates were sliced, diced, shot, and beheaded, before I myself was blown up with an explosive hot dog (I remember I got the hot dog thing from the movie Leonard, Part 6--that movie with Bill Cosby). I didn't remember any major details involving the actual death scenes, nor did I try too; I just knew the dream scared me, and I guess I figured at the time that I could deal with my emotions about the dream by dramatizing it and blowing it out of proportion.
I still don't remember any major details from this dream (it has been 16 years), and my first interpretation of this dream seemed kind of outlandish.
My main concern, however, is not the dream's elements. What perplexes me is the fact that I would have such a violent dream at 9 years of age. Like other 9-year-olds at the time, I had no doubt seen my share of movies I shouldn't have seen, especially horror movies. But my dreams were usually the kind of lighthearted dreams one would expect a child to have and didn't involve violence. My dream about K-19 would be more suited for me today, at 25. I wonder what could have been going on then that could have triggered a dream of this nature.
I now want to revisit this dream. I am hoping that something can come about the next time around.
The "Frozen" Dream (1998)
This was a dream I had back in high school. I call it the "Frozen" dream because throughout the dream, Madonna's "Frozen" was playing in the background.
I remember that the dream was brief and took place in the 1930s or 1940s. It involved the same guy whom I had taken extreme interest in at the time--the same one who was killed in the "mansion" dream the following year.
I remember that I was standing in the entryway of what appeared to be a den or living room watching other people in the room. My view of most of them was blurred, because my main focus was on my crush, who was in the middle of the room, dancing with a little girl who was about a year old. As I watched them dancing, I had a feeling that the little girl may have been my daughter with this guy.
To this day, I still have no idea what this dream could mean. And my dream journals from high school, if I had still had them with me, would have been of no help; until four years ago, I had never actually attempted to interpret my dreams and just wrote them down. I once had a theory about what the meaning might have been, but I cannot remember it off the top of my head.
I'll think about it again when I have the chance. I know that whatever it is, it had to do with high school and the unfortunate relationship between this guy and me. And once I do figure it out, perhaps it could bring me closure in my present life.
I remember that the dream was brief and took place in the 1930s or 1940s. It involved the same guy whom I had taken extreme interest in at the time--the same one who was killed in the "mansion" dream the following year.
I remember that I was standing in the entryway of what appeared to be a den or living room watching other people in the room. My view of most of them was blurred, because my main focus was on my crush, who was in the middle of the room, dancing with a little girl who was about a year old. As I watched them dancing, I had a feeling that the little girl may have been my daughter with this guy.
To this day, I still have no idea what this dream could mean. And my dream journals from high school, if I had still had them with me, would have been of no help; until four years ago, I had never actually attempted to interpret my dreams and just wrote them down. I once had a theory about what the meaning might have been, but I cannot remember it off the top of my head.
I'll think about it again when I have the chance. I know that whatever it is, it had to do with high school and the unfortunate relationship between this guy and me. And once I do figure it out, perhaps it could bring me closure in my present life.
Monday, June 11, 2007
More dreams about the Maryland town.
Sometime in May, having convinced myself that I was nuts, I decided to do a personal analysis on myself concerning Angelo and his hometown in Maryland. I typed up seven and a half pages of this, blaming my situation and all the things that stemmed from it (including Angelo) on a number of things ranging from your garden-variety lonliness to a possible psychotic depression. It actually saddened me to conjure up this analysis, but I felt it was for the best, as I was seeing that my fascination with this place in Maryland, so far, wasn't leading me anywhere.
In the nights that followed, something strange occurred: I had three separate dreams which, once interpreted, all appeared to have something to do with the town in Maryland.
The first dream was creepy. It involved me trying to restrain this live (as in living and moving of its own accord) metal spring which was gathering lint and forming this freakish-looking black ball. At first, the ball kept bouncing onto my shoulder every time I flung it on the floor. Throughout the dream, I tried to keep it from moving. The dream ended with the ball of lint chasing me down a hallway.
The second dream was brief--like a minute or so long--and rather mundane. I kept using Febreze to get rid of an odd, lingering odor that was in the kitchen.
The third dream was the most active, it seems to me. I was sitting at the front of a log-cabin classroom, where it appeared that everyone was dressed as if it were the turn of the 20th century. To my far left was a girl who, for the most part, was out of my view. Other than me and the mystery girl, there were only two other people in the classroom: a boy who appeared to be about 12 years old and, of course, the teacher. According to the dialogue of the dream, the teacher and the boy had been having an affair, which seemed to have come to a halt. The two were arguing in front of the blackboard. The boy said he wanted to continue with the affair; the teacher kept making it clear that it was over between them. After, I'd say, about five to ten minutes arguing back and forth, the teacher demanded that the boy take an ESL (English as a Second Language) class (although both the teacher and the boy were speaking crystal-clear English). On the blackboard was a date that I couldn't see because it was blurred; it appeared to be a date sometime in November and December, in a year between 2007 and 2009.
The first two dreams were ways of letting me know that my situation with the town in Maryland isn't near over, that it is very much a part of my life, and that, try as I might, I won't be able to make it go away, and it's always going to be there, haunting me for years to come. The third dream--all except the date--was telling me that instead of trying to discredit everything, I should perhaps try to turn it into a story--something others can understand and won't be so quick to judge because or unusual quirks (thus the ESL class; I need to "translate it into English").
What does the unknown date mean, exactly? There's no way of knowing. Right now, only God and time can be the judges of that. But I know that there's a prophetic message behind it.
The mystery surrounding Angelo and the town in Maryland is bound to continue for quite some time, and there is still much to find out about this. It's obvious that letting it all go isn't the answer. So then, what is? Hopefully, it will all unfold soon.
In the nights that followed, something strange occurred: I had three separate dreams which, once interpreted, all appeared to have something to do with the town in Maryland.
The first dream was creepy. It involved me trying to restrain this live (as in living and moving of its own accord) metal spring which was gathering lint and forming this freakish-looking black ball. At first, the ball kept bouncing onto my shoulder every time I flung it on the floor. Throughout the dream, I tried to keep it from moving. The dream ended with the ball of lint chasing me down a hallway.
The second dream was brief--like a minute or so long--and rather mundane. I kept using Febreze to get rid of an odd, lingering odor that was in the kitchen.
The third dream was the most active, it seems to me. I was sitting at the front of a log-cabin classroom, where it appeared that everyone was dressed as if it were the turn of the 20th century. To my far left was a girl who, for the most part, was out of my view. Other than me and the mystery girl, there were only two other people in the classroom: a boy who appeared to be about 12 years old and, of course, the teacher. According to the dialogue of the dream, the teacher and the boy had been having an affair, which seemed to have come to a halt. The two were arguing in front of the blackboard. The boy said he wanted to continue with the affair; the teacher kept making it clear that it was over between them. After, I'd say, about five to ten minutes arguing back and forth, the teacher demanded that the boy take an ESL (English as a Second Language) class (although both the teacher and the boy were speaking crystal-clear English). On the blackboard was a date that I couldn't see because it was blurred; it appeared to be a date sometime in November and December, in a year between 2007 and 2009.
The first two dreams were ways of letting me know that my situation with the town in Maryland isn't near over, that it is very much a part of my life, and that, try as I might, I won't be able to make it go away, and it's always going to be there, haunting me for years to come. The third dream--all except the date--was telling me that instead of trying to discredit everything, I should perhaps try to turn it into a story--something others can understand and won't be so quick to judge because or unusual quirks (thus the ESL class; I need to "translate it into English").
What does the unknown date mean, exactly? There's no way of knowing. Right now, only God and time can be the judges of that. But I know that there's a prophetic message behind it.
The mystery surrounding Angelo and the town in Maryland is bound to continue for quite some time, and there is still much to find out about this. It's obvious that letting it all go isn't the answer. So then, what is? Hopefully, it will all unfold soon.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
My First Pregnancy Dream (1994)
Yes, this was 13 years ago.
I was 12 and had been writing about my dreams for about a year. But that's all I did--write about the dreams. I had never even given any thought to the interpretations of them.
It was my parents whom I had consulted about a dream I had one day after dozing off in my room. In this dream, I was quite pregnant--I'd say about five months or so--and I didn't know the father. I remember that the dream had a very melancholy setting, and featured me walking along a wood fence, wondering what to do about the baby.
Lately, I've been looking back on some of my old dreams. This was one of the dreams that interested me most.
It is said that when a woman or girl dreams about being pregnant, it symbolizes the coming of a new gift, potential, or purpose; it hardly has anything to do with an actual baby.
I have had several pregnancy dreams since then, all of them much happier than the first.
My guess is that I was examining something new about myself and wasn't sure what to do with it. I did suffer from self-esteem issues all through adolescence, and so I was unsure about a lot of things.
Of course, as I grew older, that outlook changed, and the dream elements changed with them. Even though I am still trying to find myself as an adult, I am more sure of what I want and need than I was before, when all I was concerned about was others' opinions of me. I know that there a lot of things about me that still have yet to be discovered, and I really want to work on bringing them out into the open and using them.
I was 12 and had been writing about my dreams for about a year. But that's all I did--write about the dreams. I had never even given any thought to the interpretations of them.
It was my parents whom I had consulted about a dream I had one day after dozing off in my room. In this dream, I was quite pregnant--I'd say about five months or so--and I didn't know the father. I remember that the dream had a very melancholy setting, and featured me walking along a wood fence, wondering what to do about the baby.
Lately, I've been looking back on some of my old dreams. This was one of the dreams that interested me most.
It is said that when a woman or girl dreams about being pregnant, it symbolizes the coming of a new gift, potential, or purpose; it hardly has anything to do with an actual baby.
I have had several pregnancy dreams since then, all of them much happier than the first.
My guess is that I was examining something new about myself and wasn't sure what to do with it. I did suffer from self-esteem issues all through adolescence, and so I was unsure about a lot of things.
Of course, as I grew older, that outlook changed, and the dream elements changed with them. Even though I am still trying to find myself as an adult, I am more sure of what I want and need than I was before, when all I was concerned about was others' opinions of me. I know that there a lot of things about me that still have yet to be discovered, and I really want to work on bringing them out into the open and using them.
Monday, March 05, 2007
The Message Dream Featuring a Star of "Passions" (2005)
Since 2000, my sisters and I have been tuning in to the NBC soap "Passions" (which will soon no longer be on NBC, but I digress). At first, I was more focused on its main heroine, "Theresa." But lately, I've been paying attention to "Simone," who has been Harmony's resident lesbian since 2005.
Over the years, "Simone's" face has changed twice. I have grown very fond of her latest portrayer, Cathy Jeneen Doe. (Yes, I know what that sounds like, but that wasn't the way I meant it.) And eventually, she began showing up in my dreams.
Some of those dreams were sexual, some a bit tragic. But there is one that still sticks out in my mind today, more than a year later.
While watching "Simone's" story unfold on "Passions," I began fearing for some reason that somehow, some way, "Spike," the resident pimp, would rape "Simone" and get her pregnant. That is exactly what happened in a dream I had sometime around Christmas, back in 2005. As the dream began, "TC" and "Eve," "Simone's" parents, were sitting at home, in their kitchen, sometime in the morning. Then came a knock on the door. "TC" and "Eve" answered the door to see a six-month-pregnant "Simone." She was glowing, and dressed in brand-new maternity clothes.
"Simone" proceeded to tell her parents her story of how "Spike" had abducted her, raped her, gotten her pregnant, and had been forcing her to turn tricks for him during the past six months before she finally escaped. (I guess "Spike" was telling potential johns that she had the "fertility goddess" thing going on?) She assured her parents that despite all this, she was okay, and everything would be fine.
This dream deeply disturbed me, but I knew that there was a message behind this--a message about my life situation.
See, I have for a long time been afraid that someone or something would get in the way of my life plans and devastate me to the point where my life would be beyond repair. I even have gone so far as to wonder if a situation like the one I dreamt that "Simone" was in would become my situation.
I thought hard about the dream's main elements, and it came to me. The dream was letting me know that no matter what happened, everything would be all right. Despite "Simone's" horrible ordeal with "Spike," she showed no signs or distress or trauma. And she was wearing new clothes, whereas in real life, if a woman had been held captive for six months, she'd have likely escaped in rags or even naked. This was more than enough to let me know that this was a message about overcoming my fears, rather than just a simple anxiety dream about the show "Passions." My subconscious mind was just using Cathy Doe and her character to represent me and to express my fears about my own life.
I still have a lot of anxiety about where my life is headed. But I'm trying to deal with it, one day at a time. I know my life can't really be as bad as it seems.
Over the years, "Simone's" face has changed twice. I have grown very fond of her latest portrayer, Cathy Jeneen Doe. (Yes, I know what that sounds like, but that wasn't the way I meant it.) And eventually, she began showing up in my dreams.
Some of those dreams were sexual, some a bit tragic. But there is one that still sticks out in my mind today, more than a year later.
While watching "Simone's" story unfold on "Passions," I began fearing for some reason that somehow, some way, "Spike," the resident pimp, would rape "Simone" and get her pregnant. That is exactly what happened in a dream I had sometime around Christmas, back in 2005. As the dream began, "TC" and "Eve," "Simone's" parents, were sitting at home, in their kitchen, sometime in the morning. Then came a knock on the door. "TC" and "Eve" answered the door to see a six-month-pregnant "Simone." She was glowing, and dressed in brand-new maternity clothes.
"Simone" proceeded to tell her parents her story of how "Spike" had abducted her, raped her, gotten her pregnant, and had been forcing her to turn tricks for him during the past six months before she finally escaped. (I guess "Spike" was telling potential johns that she had the "fertility goddess" thing going on?) She assured her parents that despite all this, she was okay, and everything would be fine.
This dream deeply disturbed me, but I knew that there was a message behind this--a message about my life situation.
See, I have for a long time been afraid that someone or something would get in the way of my life plans and devastate me to the point where my life would be beyond repair. I even have gone so far as to wonder if a situation like the one I dreamt that "Simone" was in would become my situation.
I thought hard about the dream's main elements, and it came to me. The dream was letting me know that no matter what happened, everything would be all right. Despite "Simone's" horrible ordeal with "Spike," she showed no signs or distress or trauma. And she was wearing new clothes, whereas in real life, if a woman had been held captive for six months, she'd have likely escaped in rags or even naked. This was more than enough to let me know that this was a message about overcoming my fears, rather than just a simple anxiety dream about the show "Passions." My subconscious mind was just using Cathy Doe and her character to represent me and to express my fears about my own life.
I still have a lot of anxiety about where my life is headed. But I'm trying to deal with it, one day at a time. I know my life can't really be as bad as it seems.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
The Mansion Dream (1999)
I believe I had this dream exactly eight years before the dream about the town in Maryland (yes, I remember the exact date).
Before I share this dream with you, I'll give you a little backstory: I was 17 and a junior in high school at the time. I had a terrible time in high school, and was treated pretty much like an outcast. Many of my problems centered around a guy whom I like very much but who showed no interest in me whatsoever.
The dream began with me and a lot of my high-school classmates in an huge, spooky mansion. We were all adults in the dream, and some of us were married.
We were greeted by an elderly hostess with a British accent, whom I believe informed us that we were all to die at a certain time. Then she let us go our separate ways throughout the mansion.
The free time she allotted us did not go without the shedding of blood, as the hostess went around the mansion and began taking people's lives, one-by-one. I never saw exactly who she killed, but I knew it was a lot of people, all of whom I knew well.
Eventually, everyone was called back to the main den area, and the hostess announced that our death was near. She said she would allow us each to have one sexual experience before we died--or as she so bluntly put it, "one fuck before you die." Everyone complied and had their final sexual experience.
Finally, the time came for us to die, and she had intended to kill us off single-handedly. As her first victim, she chose my at-the-time object of desire. She took out a dagger and proceeded to attack him. I intervened and tried to stop her, but I was too late; she had killed him with a single stab wound to the heart.
Just as she had stabbed him, I spotted another dagger on the floor, picked it up, and moved in on the hostess, killing her as she had killed my crush. As I watched her die, the dream ended.
To this day, it is unclear to me what this dream's overall message is. But I have still managed to interpret a few principal elements.
Seeing as I was the only one in the dream who could stop the killer hostess, I concluded that the hostess represented me--a negative aspect of myself that had to be "killed" in order for me to grow and mature. And this negative aspect was affecting not only me but also many others around me, as suggested by the multiple killings. And perhaps the victims whose faces I didn't see were people who probably would have lent me a helping hand at the time, but who had distanced themselves after encountering this ugly side of me. The only victim whose face I had seen, my crush, was the one affected most of all.
This dream has all the makings of an informational dream, judging from what I could interpret, especially my own actions in the dream. I believe that my killing the hostess was a message to me telling me what I needed to do if I wanted things to improve in my life, socially and emotionally as well as spiritually.
Unfortunately, I did not listen, and high school continued to get worse for me. But I am listening now, eight years later, as a 25-year-old woman. That "madwoman" is still alive and well inside me, as strong as she ever was, attacking at a different front. She hasn't "killed" anyone yet, thank God. And I am taking steps to make sure that never happens.
Before I share this dream with you, I'll give you a little backstory: I was 17 and a junior in high school at the time. I had a terrible time in high school, and was treated pretty much like an outcast. Many of my problems centered around a guy whom I like very much but who showed no interest in me whatsoever.
The dream began with me and a lot of my high-school classmates in an huge, spooky mansion. We were all adults in the dream, and some of us were married.
We were greeted by an elderly hostess with a British accent, whom I believe informed us that we were all to die at a certain time. Then she let us go our separate ways throughout the mansion.
The free time she allotted us did not go without the shedding of blood, as the hostess went around the mansion and began taking people's lives, one-by-one. I never saw exactly who she killed, but I knew it was a lot of people, all of whom I knew well.
Eventually, everyone was called back to the main den area, and the hostess announced that our death was near. She said she would allow us each to have one sexual experience before we died--or as she so bluntly put it, "one fuck before you die." Everyone complied and had their final sexual experience.
Finally, the time came for us to die, and she had intended to kill us off single-handedly. As her first victim, she chose my at-the-time object of desire. She took out a dagger and proceeded to attack him. I intervened and tried to stop her, but I was too late; she had killed him with a single stab wound to the heart.
Just as she had stabbed him, I spotted another dagger on the floor, picked it up, and moved in on the hostess, killing her as she had killed my crush. As I watched her die, the dream ended.
To this day, it is unclear to me what this dream's overall message is. But I have still managed to interpret a few principal elements.
Seeing as I was the only one in the dream who could stop the killer hostess, I concluded that the hostess represented me--a negative aspect of myself that had to be "killed" in order for me to grow and mature. And this negative aspect was affecting not only me but also many others around me, as suggested by the multiple killings. And perhaps the victims whose faces I didn't see were people who probably would have lent me a helping hand at the time, but who had distanced themselves after encountering this ugly side of me. The only victim whose face I had seen, my crush, was the one affected most of all.
This dream has all the makings of an informational dream, judging from what I could interpret, especially my own actions in the dream. I believe that my killing the hostess was a message to me telling me what I needed to do if I wanted things to improve in my life, socially and emotionally as well as spiritually.
Unfortunately, I did not listen, and high school continued to get worse for me. But I am listening now, eight years later, as a 25-year-old woman. That "madwoman" is still alive and well inside me, as strong as she ever was, attacking at a different front. She hasn't "killed" anyone yet, thank God. And I am taking steps to make sure that never happens.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
A strange dream about that town in Maryland.
This dream happened on February 19. The entire dream was about a trip I took to the same Maryland town that Angelo would have come from had he existed.
It started with me in my hotel room, where I was watching a news report on the town's local station. I don't remember what the report was about, but I sensed that it had to do with my situation regarding this town. I also remember seeing an open pack of unused light bulbs sitting somewhere in my room.
Sometime in the dream, I remember standing in a high-school classroom, and the students' desks were positioned around me in a circle. Around the desks, hovering above the students' heads, was a series of odd, yet colorful sculptures, which appeared to be made of a plastic-like material.
A later scene placed me among a croud of young adults, no older than me, gathered in a main street somewhere in the town. Everyone, including me, was passing around cans of Coke and drinking them after each other.
While I was in this crowd of people, I began having thoughts about two people having come from this town to Louisville back in 2002: one of them was Angelo, and the other was a woman I had never seen before...or so it may seem.
Much of the dream included this mystery woman's memories, told from her point of view, but seen through my eyes. Among these memories was one of the hotel at which I was staying (and no, it did not involve sex). These memories were somewhat vague, but still stuck out in my mind.
I do believe that this dream is prophetic in some way. It does not have the characteristics of a dream that expresses a hidden desire or a fear. It happens in an unknown sequence, but the way everything is situated is still logical and realistic--a good characteristic of a prophetic dream.
I'll start with the significance of the unused light bulbs. Obviously, the bulbs represent unused ideas, and the open carton suggests to me that while these ideas have not been used, they are at least being taken into consideration.
It is still unclear what message the classroom sculpture sends. Maybe it was mind jargon that simply bled into a spot in the dream which might still have a significant meaning.
I'm guessing that the classroom represented something learned or taught, and me standing in the middle perhaps meant that I may have something to "teach" to someone. Then again, it could just as easily be the other way around.
The crowd of young people passing the Coke around seems to represent union and togetherness in some way, shape, or form--perhaps some type or synergy. But I'm still not sure of what the exact message is.
Now on to the most significant element in this dream--the unknown woman. At first glance, one might conclude that she is personally involved with Angelo, perhaps a spouse. But that's not what I'm getting at all. (Besides, if she were his wife, or even his girlfriend, then why would she have me viewing her memories?) I believe her to be the same thing I suspect that Angelo may be--a new, unexplored aspect of myself. Maybe she and Angelo represent some type of spiritual duality.
If both of them are just aspects of who I am, and they "traveled to Louisville" five years ago in search of me, then why the trip to the town from which they came? Perhaps it is for the purpose of further exploring these newfound aspects, along with the new potential that they may have brought with them. Or maybe this town might still have more to do with me than I believe it does.
I'm still trying to figure the ins and outs of this mystery. I know that something's there. For the past five years, this town in Maryland has taken up considerable thinking space in my brain. I refuse to believe that something that has gone on this long has absolutely no meaning at all. I'll keep praying and I'll keep pushing until I figure it out.
It started with me in my hotel room, where I was watching a news report on the town's local station. I don't remember what the report was about, but I sensed that it had to do with my situation regarding this town. I also remember seeing an open pack of unused light bulbs sitting somewhere in my room.
Sometime in the dream, I remember standing in a high-school classroom, and the students' desks were positioned around me in a circle. Around the desks, hovering above the students' heads, was a series of odd, yet colorful sculptures, which appeared to be made of a plastic-like material.
A later scene placed me among a croud of young adults, no older than me, gathered in a main street somewhere in the town. Everyone, including me, was passing around cans of Coke and drinking them after each other.
While I was in this crowd of people, I began having thoughts about two people having come from this town to Louisville back in 2002: one of them was Angelo, and the other was a woman I had never seen before...or so it may seem.
Much of the dream included this mystery woman's memories, told from her point of view, but seen through my eyes. Among these memories was one of the hotel at which I was staying (and no, it did not involve sex). These memories were somewhat vague, but still stuck out in my mind.
I do believe that this dream is prophetic in some way. It does not have the characteristics of a dream that expresses a hidden desire or a fear. It happens in an unknown sequence, but the way everything is situated is still logical and realistic--a good characteristic of a prophetic dream.
I'll start with the significance of the unused light bulbs. Obviously, the bulbs represent unused ideas, and the open carton suggests to me that while these ideas have not been used, they are at least being taken into consideration.
It is still unclear what message the classroom sculpture sends. Maybe it was mind jargon that simply bled into a spot in the dream which might still have a significant meaning.
I'm guessing that the classroom represented something learned or taught, and me standing in the middle perhaps meant that I may have something to "teach" to someone. Then again, it could just as easily be the other way around.
The crowd of young people passing the Coke around seems to represent union and togetherness in some way, shape, or form--perhaps some type or synergy. But I'm still not sure of what the exact message is.
Now on to the most significant element in this dream--the unknown woman. At first glance, one might conclude that she is personally involved with Angelo, perhaps a spouse. But that's not what I'm getting at all. (Besides, if she were his wife, or even his girlfriend, then why would she have me viewing her memories?) I believe her to be the same thing I suspect that Angelo may be--a new, unexplored aspect of myself. Maybe she and Angelo represent some type of spiritual duality.
If both of them are just aspects of who I am, and they "traveled to Louisville" five years ago in search of me, then why the trip to the town from which they came? Perhaps it is for the purpose of further exploring these newfound aspects, along with the new potential that they may have brought with them. Or maybe this town might still have more to do with me than I believe it does.
I'm still trying to figure the ins and outs of this mystery. I know that something's there. For the past five years, this town in Maryland has taken up considerable thinking space in my brain. I refuse to believe that something that has gone on this long has absolutely no meaning at all. I'll keep praying and I'll keep pushing until I figure it out.
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