Chaotic dream

[Redshire]

it starts out at my house (which I share with my 3 fellow coveners). We are on a balcony, 2nd floor, which does not exist in real life. We are trying to lock 3 bikes up to the railing of the balcony, but it's a struggle. My roomie, J, is trying to attach one of the bikes on the outer side of the railing, and as he does so, the floor starts to sway and sag, and bokes are heavy and press me towards the edge. I am yelling at J to stop, that he's going to knock me off the balcony, that it's breaking, but he doesn't listen. My other roomie, H, finally steps forward and gets J to stop. I am angry, yelling about how stupid J is. Then we all go inside.

The house is much different. There are 2 kitchens, a fancy dining area, weird rooms, and our temple area is in the basement. I am somewhere in the house when many wounded people start entering, blood all over their faces. I ask H what is going on, and she replies that these people are survivors of some catastrophy, and are going to hang out for a while.

But they keep coming, more and more and more people! Not all of them are wounded, the majority are just kids in my age group 20-25, and a party starts. I am confused, the house if full of people I don't know, so I start looking for a roomate to explain. One door I open leads into a room that is totally decked out like a Star-Treck set! Even the people are dressed in those silly uniforms. I quickly shut the door and move on.

I go down to the temple room, hoping for some solitude and calm, only to find the door open and complete strangers in there! I shove all but one fat guy out. He's saying something about all the money I had stashed in my closet. (for some reason my bedroom closet is in the temple in this dream) I rush to the closet and find some of my money, which I stuff in my pocket.

Next thing I know there are two gangsta-type boys opening the front doors wide, motioning to people on the street to come into our house! I run up there and lock the door (with a minor struggle).

Then I am in the basement again, and there is a crazy guy dousing everything in gasoline. He goes to light it, but I knock the lighter away from him. He smashes something electrical, and sparks fly, lighting the gasoline. I run, screaming for everyone to get out of the house.

last thing I remember was that I was trying to get everyone out of the house before it exploded.





any comments? :)

[SidneyCozzoi]

I haven't finished reading it yet, but I have to ask, do you feel as if people rely on you too much?

[SidneyCozzoi]

From what I have skimmed, it seems as though you are overwhlemd by people relying on you to not only keep them together but more importantly you reminding yourself to keep it together (the fat guy yammering about money on your closet). I'm not saying the fat guy is you I mean, he is a part of you, perhaps the type of person you fear you will become. The people your age are the people in your life (friends) that may tend to invade your space or take you for granted (hence the party). The wounded are those you feel like you have to watch over. The balcony at the begining may be a level in life you are trying to achieve or you think you are ready for, but you're not, because you lack the confidence to get there alone. You bring these friends (H & J) to help when really they just get in your way, so in life I think these friends may be a bigger distraction than a help.

Maybe... You think?

[Redshire]

Yes, I think you explained it correctly. I'm the so-called leader of our coven, and have been doing everything for 6 months straight. J is ready to progress and help out more, tho, but I guess having been solitary for 6 years... it's hard for me to both work consistantly in a group, and to let someone else take controll.

I do also feel like I should be progressing, but want to do it alone, and not share it with anyone for a long while.



thank you for the input! You shed a lot of light on my situation. :) *hugs*

[SidneyCozzoi]

glad I could help. Wish I could find a group of people in the know like you have. Here we have a lot of "trendy/gothy/I'm so pagan-wiccan I ooze of sexy magick" people it's sickening! Good luck with your journey. It's a tough one, I know...