Dressed up like a nurse from the 1940s, trying to set up some mob guys with a bunch of other people in costume. They figure out what we're trying to do and come after us with guns. Somehow now I'm in a futuristic office skyscraper, trying to get access to an elevator, but the identification sensors can tell I don't work in the office and won't let me into the elevators. I look for stairs.
At this point there's something to do with racks of clothes from Macy's and old-timey cars floating in a grimy lake or ocean port or something.
Then I'm ushered into what appears to be my high school's auditorium. The band was sitting outside the doors. I thought to myself, They must be too loud to have directly on stage. I sit in the front row next to a fairly large woman that won't shut up. Eric Whitacre is conducting, and the concert is all his pieces in some odd programmatic combination: there is fake snow falling from the rafters, a bunch of lighting changes, weird images playing on screens on stage. But the whole time I can barely hear any music. The band just outside the doors is too soft and the offstage choir sounds like a whisper. That's when I remembered that I was supposed to be singing in the offstage choir. So I started to sing my part from my seat. Later Eric Whitacre came up to me and said I saved the performance with my singing.
I was on some sort of plateau and there was green grass and kids playing on a brightly-colored backyard swing set. I looked down over the huge cliff and saw clouds rushing by, but I could occasionally glimpse through them and see farmland and a city below. It was surreal, rather than peaceful. I was worried by the clouds, like I knew this wasn't supposed to be happening, like maybe the plateau rose out of the earth unnaturally. I went into a house and tried to find my room. At one point I think I was either naked or not fully clothed, and I tried to cover myself up, since there were a lot of people in the house. I think some of the people were high school classmates, people I haven't seen in years.
I found a dream interpretation website (www.dreammoods.com) and decided to see what it said about some things in the dream.
Cliff To dream that you are standing at the edge of a cliff, indicates that you have reached an increased level of understanding, new awareness, and a fresh point of view. You have reached a critical point in your life and are afraid of losing control. Alternatively, it suggests that you are pondering a life-altering decision.
Playground To dream that you are on a playground, indicates your desires to escape from your daily responsibilities. Consider also objects in the playground as expressing or your need to express some aspect of yourself. Perhaps you need to be more carefree or have some fun getting to know some of your talents and abilities that you have long ignored or disregarded.
Naked To dream that you are naked, denotes the fear of being found out and exposed about your activities and misjudgment. To dream that you suddenly discover your nudity and are trying to cover up, signifies your vulnerability to a situation.
If I mesh together these three interpretations, here's what my dream might mean: I have a big decision in front of me that I need to address, but addressing it makes me vulnerable, exposed. I want to escape the pressures of the decision and just be me. Whether or not this interpretation is correct is quite another thing. But it's interesting, anyway.
I'm on the pink team. At least, I'm wearing a pink t-shirt and several other girls my age are wearing pink t-shirts and we're all cheering for each other. So it must be some kind of game. There are several other teams with different-colored shirts. We're lining up in the sunshine of an Iowa summer day, in a big vacant field. I can't find my group because there is a younger age group wearing pink shirts, also, and I thought I was with them until I realized they were ten-year-olds. I find my group and we start some sort of scavenger hunt. I have no idea what's going on, so I'm not helping the team out very well. They get irritated with me. Fast forward: in a cabin by a lake. My parents are hosting the pink team. Apparently the other pink girls are total snots, because they kept criticising stuff in my parents' house and my mom got upset.
I see American stuff in my dreams a lot. Does that mean that I haven't lived in Japan long enough to dream about it?
Scene: In a clothing store. It looked like an upscale place-- in a warehouse or something, industrial-- like Old Navy or Aeropostale, but more expensive. I'm with other people-- Americans, at least one was a male. I'm pretty sure they aren't relatives. Probably friends or coworkers. The clothes in the store are boring, beige and gray colors. I look at a price tag: $200 for shorts or something. After that the dream gets really hazy and confused, as dreams often do. I sense someone following me or chasing me, so I run out a back door of the store into harsh, white sunlight-- the kind in afternoon on a winter day. I'm at a docking bay for trucks. I can't remember anything after that.
I'm starting to think that bad dreams really do portend an unhappy future.
For the last few nights I have had very strange, vivid dreams. They have all involved many people from school in school settings. Last night was no exception. It started with baccalaureate, but it wasn't in our chapel; it was in another sanctuary. Some people carried long poles up to Dr. Murphy. I saw one on the ground so I picked it up and gave it to him. He yelled at me because that pole was supposed to stay there and I had messed everything up. Fast forward to the second part of the dream. I was outside in what looked like the fall (colder, many dead leaves) with many classmates. It looked like an end-of-the-year picnic, except for the fact that it was the fall. I felt all alone. I couldn't find any friends that I could sit with. I was crying. And there were hamburgers. Lots of mushy, gross ones.
It was a sad dream, the kind you wake up from with salty trails of dried tears on your cheeks. But I woke up, determined to shake off the dream.
Well, fate had something else in mind for me. We have car issues. I have sibling issues. Thus I am crying and alone. I thought we were adults by now; we're not supposed to fight like this. I thought that this summer would work without me having a car. Wrong on both fronts.
I was offered a job in Japan. But do I want to take it? I was so sure a month ago that if it was offered to me, I would take it. But now I don't know. Thus I am crying and alone. I can't wake up from this bad dream.
I dreamt last night that I was on a field trip. I think I was with the choir. I was in a very large, elaborately structured house. I think it may have been a large apartment on the top of a skyscraper, and the group I was with was on the roof playing around much too close to the edge. I was afraid to fall off. There was a woman there who designed trapper-keeper-type things which reminded me a little of one of my friend's purses and a lot like everything by Sanrio. It had a lot of pockets and snaps and plastic trinkets and was either pink or purple. I wanted to buy one. She said to look at the price. I think it was only $5.95. Later I was walking around the house (more like sneaking, I think). There were so many different levels of stairs that curved and wound around. I wanted to find the last flight of stairs, but I don't think I ever did in my dream. I ended up in a warehouse-type place of a bunch of candles, stuffed animals, and scrapbooking stuff, I think. The little girl that was with me said that this was the trapper-keeper lady's supply place-- where she makes the items she sells. Suddenly she was up there, walking around. We tried to hide from her, but she saw us, and just chuckled. I think then I realized that I was a child also.
Name: Ruthie Home: Japan About Me: I want to know who God is and what his truth is. I love getting lost in beautiful music and cloudless star-filled skies, especially in the fall. I hate being bored. I like big cities. I want to travel the world. read more
Name: Ruthie