|dream help, anyone?
||[Dec. 2nd, 2011|05:29 pm]
Dream Interpretation Community
Hi, new member here. I had a dream that quite frankly disturbed me a bit, so I'm asking for help on what it may mean.|
I was going somewhere in a maroon or purple van with people I remember going to high school with. I think I had one of my friends there, but we were a large party that my waking logic says couldn't fit into the van. This is weird since I'm an introvert with a small circle of friends. We were on a "highway" - really a two-lane road that's like the "highways" near where I live, one of which incidentally I'd always gone up on to go to my high school (it's on a hill), though I don't think my dream-highway had any resemblance whatsoever with that highway, except perhaps the greenery. We stopped at the house of one of my real-life friends, who in real life does live up a hilly place not that far from my old high school...I think. It was a tiny house, made of wood (unusual where I'm from, since we build houses on concrete) on our side of the road, no neighbors, and I think there was no greenery on that side too. It's only registered now that the dream-traffic was left-hand - the house was on the left, and we were going somewhere using the left side of the road - which is odd, since traffic is right-hand here. I'm not sure if the house was dilapidated or not, and I can't remember exactly why we stopped there. I think we were going to pick her up (she was there) but had to wait for her dad, a man I know from real life as a domineering, bitter man who's recently had a stroke. I'm not sure if he left and told us to wait, or if he wasn't there when we got to the house.
I don't know why, but we had to hide behind the house while waiting for him. I don't know if it's my memory playing tricks on me, but maybe it was because we were told to to keep ourselves safe (by my friend's dad?)? So we were behind the house, though we weren't exactly "hiding" - I was standing behind the house looking through the posts, and I think we, or some of my companions, were talking. And we were pretty scattered, not huddled together.
I couldn't figure it out at first, but then I saw, between the posts, a man, who I think had glasses, grinning with something he held like a gun - except it wasn't held out in front of him the way people do when they threaten to shoot. He was pointing it in front of him, but the "gun" was level with his stomach or waist. I wasn't able to see clearly if it was a gun or not since my vision was blurry (as in real life with objects pretty far away - my glasses are intentionally several grades lower than I need, since I get headaches), but my waking logic says from what I think I saw, that it wasn't. I don't remember if he had an accomplice or not; my memory might be playing tricks again, but I think he did (not a lot, though, maybe just one other or two). He wasn't looking at me;I saw him almost from the side, at an angle. I don't know how he got there; I think he found us because we were talking, or found one of us outside the house.
The whole thing was relaxed, not like the hostage situation it was supposed to be, according to my waking logic. We weren't herded out of the "hiding place". Instead, we were leisurely talking as we walked to the front of the house. It was all "oh, he wants us to go to the front, so let's go". I don't think I was registering everything, since I was so relaxed. And then he directed us to stand next to a blue cement mixer (I think I remember it had white numbers or words on its side, though I can't remember what they were). I don't know how that cement mixer got there - maybe (and this is my waking logic saying this) the man/men arrived in them? I, being neurotic (I am one in real life), didn't want to stand close to it for fear of gasoline dripping on me and burning me. When I reached the side of that cement truck I purposely stayed a decent distance away. Then I saw, I think when I turned around, that the man or one of his companions (can't recall) poured gasoline on one of my high school batchmates who was standing nearer the truck (I don't remember if she was the one the "gun" was being pointed at, or the one the men saw that led them to us). That's when I got the idea that they were going to burn us. I woke up when I was trying to get away.
I don't remember if this last bit happened at the end of the dream or me climbing out of sleep, or even just some random thought that popped into my head when I woke up, but I heard a voice (I think? Or was it just me being random and groggy?) saying that it's about my health.
Extra note: I'm not sure if there were other cars on the highway.