How's this for a one-two punch in a pair of dreams from last night?

[MorningGlow]

Okay, I should be cleaning the house, changing the litter boxes, painting the back steps, writing...but these two dreams from last night won't leave me alone till I share them, so here goes:

First I dreamt that I was in a very large military complex--all one building. At first I thought it was an airport, because there was a lot of sitting around/waiting. Not sure what I and the others (there were many others) were waiting for. I knew there were a lot of other rooms and hallways and hangar spaces (big spaces), but I was with one group in a medium-sized room.

Then "the powers that be" showed us a video. It was like an infomercial. Trying to sell us a vacuum cleaner--a really expensive one, like a Dyson, only more so. I was INCENSED--so insulted that they were trying to treat us like consumer zombies. Of course, everyone else in the room just sat there, docile, and watched the video (and likely started to think they really needed that expensive vacuum). But I stood up and started shouting about how insulting it was. Then I walked out.

Needless to say, I was a marked woman. I went out into the hallway, and there were two VERY large security-type guys (but wearing suits, not uniforms) eyeballing me. They spoke in Spanish, but I understood them even though I don't speak Spanish. (Hey, wasn't understanding/speaking foreign languages in dreams a topic of conversation here a little bit ago? :D ) They said something like "there's one" or "there she is" and I ran. However, I knew there was no way out--no matter how big the complex was, it was locked down. I remember running through a hangar area in the dark. There were strobe flashes, and when they flashed I caught a glimpse of what was all around me--it was a car show, and people were walking around looking at the cars like nothing unusual was going on, like they weren't being held in this military complex (nor did they notice that I was being chased by goons).

I managed to blend in with crowds in another area--I think there were two nightclubs/bars there--and felt a little safer. And then I saw that TPTB bombed the room where I had started out, and everyone there died. I'm pretty sure I knew at least some of the people in the room, by the way--they weren't all total strangers.

That's all I remember about that dream. Then I woke up around 5 a.m. When I fell back asleep I had this dream:

I was in a play. I was terrified, because I hadn't been on stage in a very long time, and I couldn't remember my lines. Typical anxiety dream? Sort of. But there was more to it. In the first part, I was supposed to lie on the stage and, as the lights and music came up, wake up slowly, stretch, get up, and go offstage, in a sort of dance-type movement. I got in position on the stage and waited for the music cue. The lights came up, but the music never started. I waited and waited, but there was no music. So I did my little pantomime anyway, and when I got offstage I was hissing to the stage manager, "Where was the music cue? Why didn't the music cue start?" etc.

But I didn't have time to stew about it, because I was supposed to be in an upcoming scene. It seems I had done this play before, but I didn't remember the lines. I took a quick glance at the script and freaked out because it was SO complicated--almost like abstract poetry--and I knew I'd never remember when I was supposed to say my lines. There were nearly a dozen people in the scene, and each person had to say something, quickly, one after the other, and each person's line seemed almost unrelated to what came before.

I was in complete panic mode at this point, but I got my prop (put a silk scarf on--not sure why) and went out onstage and stood in a circle with the other people. And once we started, I LOVED IT. We sort of improvised a kind of follow-the-leader thing, snaking in a line all over the stage. I really enjoyed making stuff up and acting goofy--sort of like clowning, but not quite.

Weird, right? Well, I figure the first dream is pretty self-explanatory, a metaphor for being "held prisoner" in this corporeal existence. Figures I wouldn't buy into the group mindset of consumerism, and that I ran away, although I couldn't escape entirely. But why was my group bombed? That was really sad and unfair, especially because they knew I wasn't in that room anymore.

The second dream I figure was more personal. Before I fell asleep I was in sort of a funk--just worrying about anything and everything. I knew I had to stop before I drove myself crazy with useless fretting, and I did try. I figure this dream was a little "chin up buckaroo" message to just let go and have fun--not worry about blocking and lines and what I'm SUPPOSED to do, and instead make it up as I go along.

Okay, sorry this was so long. Funny how relating a dream takes so much time, so many words! :hi:

[MorningGlow]

1. One more--very weird

Lemme know if these are annoying! ;)

I was an older man living in a very fancy apartment building. I was a member of some secret society. This society had hidden living spaces all over town (all over the world?) and the one closest to me was right across the hall. I had been given the key (access to one of these was a great honor in the society). The door was hidden behind a bookcase--I had to pull down on two small latches under the outer edge of two of the shelves. (I can still remember what it felt like to feel for these and pull them down.) Then the bookcase swung outward to reveal a heavy metal door, like a bank safe.

Inside there were three levels going down. I remember a spiral staircase. It was fully furnished and very fancy. And there was a dog--a golden retriever--who was trained to live quietly in the space. I'm not sure if it ever got outside to run around--I hope so--but it seemed the lowest level was a sort of basement with a metal floor where he could do his business.

I had a ladyfriend that I was trying to impress, so even though I wasn't supposed to tell ANYone outside the society about the place, I told her and promised that I'd show her around. I think I also told another couple of friends as well. It seemed I was desperate for them to know how important (and mysterious) I was.

So one day I opened the door to the secret shelter, but my GF and the other couple were still in my regular apartment, so I ran across the hall to get them. While I was away from the secret door, a bunch of people walked down the hall to the elevator, which was right next to the secret door. I completely freaked out and ran back across the hall to try to distract them. In the small amount of time I was away from the door, two little children had wandered into the place. Interestingly, the adults didn't notice it. I ran in and scooped them up and carried them back out, trying to convince them that they hadn't seen anything and there was nothing unusual in the hallway. Once the bunch of people got on the elevator I locked up the secret place and started freaking out because I just "knew" the secret society, which had eyes everywhere, were going to find out what I did, and then I'd be punished in some way.

Then suddenly the dog forgot his training--maybe because he was intrigued by the little kids who had wandered in--and he started scratching at the main door and whining. You could hear it in the apartment hallway. That REALLY put me in a panic.

That was about it--I think my son woke me up around that point. Er... :shrug: :shrug: :shrug:

[Kind of Blue]

3. I wonder if there's something(s) you really,

really want to shout to the heavens but is being stifled. I'm thinking maybe you're unsure how to fully express it and that's the mystery that must be protected at all cost. Because it might cause great harm, especially to you. I think the dog could be part of yourself, faithful and loyal, but well-trained to guard the secret that is struggling to make itself known, like the poor dog scratching at the door.

You used the word impress. I'm wondering if others, who are supportive of you, are kind of aware of the secret and would be happy to know that you are working on it though it's kept guarded. Maybe the society are those in waking life who may know your dilemma and will not be happy at all about you saying what you feel or know deep down in the staircase of your being, camouflaged by books that to me means knowledge.

Children are always innocents to me. I remember one secret that I had came out quite casually and innocently though I was guarding it for a long time :rofl: It worked out but I learned a lot about the person who I was keeping it from, not the reaction I expected at all.

[MorningGlow]

5. Oh, I want to shout a lot of things!

What can I say? I'm a shouter who often bites her tongue instead.
:rofl:

Very interesting interpretation of all the details, KoB--so kind of you to take so much time to parse this sucker out! Your interpretation has given me a lot to think about. I must say that this particular dream did stump me. I tended to focus on the neediness of the guy I was--he was so desperate to appear special. I wonder if I've got that going on, even though I think that I don't...and I know that if I act out of ego, it'll bite me in the ass.

Thanks again, darlin'. :hi:

[Kind of Blue]

2. Wow, I think your interpretations are right on

the money. The first one though, I felt real alienation because of the language spoken, the hangar, the military, and The Event that I think you're watching - I am too :) Your explanation of forcible and deadly indoctrination into group think consumerism is better. So I wonder if there are things that you want to buy that you are of two minds about. One is that you can live without them but the other is you really want them.

I really thought that you were going to jump into one of those cars and take off :rofl: Hey, just remembered, didn't you mention the desire for a particularly really cool car a while back?

The second dream really shows your creative mind at work. Actually, both of them do, especially under duress and your ability to think out of the box.

I love your dreams especially since they're always so complete. My adrenaline goes up and my heart starts racing and the suspense is amazing :hug:

edit: spelling

[MorningGlow]

6. Aw, thanks

:hug:

I didn't think of The Event as having an influence on my subconscious! Hmmm...that may be, although I'm sorry to report that the show is kind of losing me. I'm not sure why. I'm still watching it, though. I am nothing if not fiercely loyal to TV shows that I adopt, and I always want to give them a chance to prove themselves--hell, I watched Heroes through about half of the third season before I gave it up as a bad job! ;)

LOL I didn't jump into one of the cars because I wouldn't have been able to get it out of the room. I remember the doorway I came through and the one I left through (they were opposite one another, along the right-hand wall) were just normal-sized. There must have been a loading-bay door somewhere off to the side in the shadows. All the hallways in the place were interior/human sized as well, so I wouldn't have been able to drive one of the cars anywhere.

Plus I think there was that element of resignation at being trapped. It never occurred to me (or anyone else) that we might want to LEAVE. (Which says something right there, don't you think?)

Oh--and the cars were pretty boring (more consumerism!)

[Cleita]

4. The waiting room/airport dream for me has often

symbolized a transition usually of a recently deceased person. Sometimes the waiting room is in a hospital that has an airport as well. :shrug: There are often other previously deceased persons there as well who assure you that they will take care that the person reaches his/her destination. It could have a different meaning for you especially since you narrowly escaped getting blown up. Some of those people you saw in that room that you knew might be in some sort of danger. I can't speak to the second dream other than maybe being on stage indicates you may be performing for an audience of sorts, strangers even if not on stage maybe a job where you have to work with the public.

[MorningGlow]

7. Oh, that's interesting

That must be so cool, to have recurring themes/symbols in your dreams. Mine are all "single-use" symbols--they always pop up as relevant to my current situation/state of mind, and then are never used again.
:rofl:

However, ever since I was a kid I've had dreams where things occur in a black marble shopping mall. Everything is black--the floors, the walls, the ceiling. Very fancy, but very dark. I wonder if this military complex is similar. And I think I read something somewhere fairly recently that lots of people dream about buildings with black interiors. I wish I could find that reference again!