Dream Two [Dreams Suck]

     Today, I woke up and remembered my dream so very well with the exception of one portion. I knew that there was a chunk of the dream missing when I woke up. So I tried my very best to remember it and in turn, I remembered that portion then forgot all the rest of my dream. However, I just wrote down the part I remember and a few things came back to me about the dream I had last night. So, here goes!

     This whole dream was in third person. I could see myself and everything else as if I were a spectator of my life. My dream started off like any other. As in it is always hard for me to remember the very first detail of every dream I have. I shall first describe the beginning setting of my dream. There was all this rubble around and there was a large red, iron elevator that shot straight up into the sky and went underground too. There were several different levels of the rubble floor and a few meters from the elevator was a large gray building that seemed like it was old and desolate. But it was quite classy at the same time. Anyways, I was with a handful of people who I had no idea who they are and we were moving a mattress of enormous size that had crushed a few people before. So we had to move this mattress to the elevator and we were moving it down one of the numerous levels (kind of like very long stair steps) when it started tumbling and was about to squish me when all of the sudden Rhett came out of nowhere and saved me from getting squished by the mattress. He moved in his typical manner as he tends to do and we continued moving the mattress down the levels and finally reached the elevator but there was no shaft. So we just tossed the mattress into the hole and continued on with daily life.
     To celebrate a job well done we decided to go to a ruin of some sort that had a raked house (for those of you theatre savvy people). It was open very much like any theatre was and it was an outdoors one. Rhett was no longer there and I saw a bunch of people I did not recognize there at all and I sat down about five rows up and a was farther house left than I was center. To the left of me was a very small crack where a tiny green plant was growing out of it. Stone columns (like those in the Roman Pantheon) It looked very much like the picture to the right but was not as wide an audience and the stage seemed like it was completely new and behind the stage it just seems like a blank to me, now. I sat there and the wind seemed to pick up quite a bit, it was at twilight. Then somebody who I know came from the house left aisle and sat right next to me, the plant no longer being there. The play began. It was still bright enough outside to see everything and he placed his hand on my right shoulder and I remember experiencing the emotions as if I were within my own body and not experiencing it from third person. I remember feeling uncomfortable and incredibly awkward and I just kept my body still in the same 

position and acting like nothing was happening. I was pretending like his arm was not wrapped around my shoulder although it is something that in reality I secretly long for. In particular, his embrace. You totally can read more about that as soon as I get my blog up about attraction up. Until then... The wind was blowing fiercely and more wildly. I could hear it howling and ringing within my ears. Which is weird, because nothing was moving like how loud and fierce this wind felt to me. I started to feel submissive and I slowly rested my head on his shoulder where I closed my eyes. I felt like I needed sleep and rest with how tired I felt in the dream. Then I woke up.




     So that is my dream from last night and all the details I can remember from it. I shall totally have to get Miranda to interpret it for me! Ha, oh well. So yeah. I hope you were not too bored with my dream. This is also why I think dreams suck. Mainly because they just remind us of all these things that we want but will not have or don't have at the moment.


Dream Interpretation: With their always being such rubble surrounding this desolate building it is representative of what one feels like on the inside. As a house (or building-like structure such as this) is usually representative of one's own body it shows that I am scattered and not whole with myself as a human being. The mattress that is far too heavy and crushes people seems to be that there is something about myself that I am afraid what others might think. Those that get crushed are those who do not matter and as it was about to crush me is symbolic for it being something that might eventually crush me in the end. However, as Rhett is the one who helped me with it it is about how I need a strong (gay) male role-model in my life. Somebody who can assure me that it gets better and that they are living a happy life. 
     The plant growing out of the random step symbolizes hope. Then there is me being in a theatre when this person came by. As I am very comfortable in theatres it is representative to me being comfortable in real life to this person who I know. What the whole arm thing represents is, quite obviously, how I feel for this person. It goes on into me acting like nothing happened because that is probably how I would actually react in a situation like this. The wind blowing fiercely and me being the only person affected by this is symbolic for a change within myself. Me eventually resting my head on his shoulder shows that I need to give into this change, for my own happiness.