mucgwyrt
April 13th, 2004, 05:39 AM
I had a dream last night, another 'odd' one.
The dream takes place inside a small shack made of rough/splintered wooden boards on the shore of a very run down port. It was a muggy sky outside, and dirty brown water. Everything felt dirty. I was inside with 5-6 men, though I was a woman. I am an observer; I watch me in the dream. Me in the dream does not look like me, though I/she does have red hair (as I do now) and I am aware that the woman is 'me' (confused? :lol:)
The men were shooting accross the bay and being shot at in return with old guns - those one-shot rifles they used in Napoleonic times. I was not allowed to shoot because I was a girl. Everyone seemed to resent that I was present; I shouldn't have been.
There was one man who I was aware was the 'hero' of the group - more than being their leader, the men's failing morale rested on him. He had been shot and looked very very pale and couldn't hold his gun on his own, though he tried to keep cheery etc to sustain morale.
This part's a bit vague - I think I went to help him hold his gun, and I accidently shot him in the leg *eep*.
No one had time to be mad with me.
There was a knock on the door of the shack, meagre reinforcements they were expecting. I was sent to answer the door. I opened it, and instead of reinforcements someone threw in some sort of explosive. I grabbed it and tried to throw it out but I couldn't, so I just had to run back to the men and leave it (luckily it wasn't too big I guess!).
Scene Change: the fighting has ended, and I'm in big trouble. I watch people pick me up (screaming and crying hysterically) and carry me into a room where all the dead are kept. I watch as they very carefully and with great respect lift the dead body of my sister slightly and move her over (revealing a gun-shot-wound and a blood stain on the blanket beneath her body) and I am led next to her body. They clean and wrap me as if they are preparing a corpse, all the time I am crying and screaming though I do not try to break free. I am left on the 'shelf' with me sister in the room of dead, and the dream ends as the door is closed and I hear the sounds of the key turning in the lock through the dark.
I guess I got blamed for the bad ending of the battle, though that's assumed as I never saw the end of the fight.
Any thoughts would be appreciated; I'm really bad at dream interpretation!
The dream takes place inside a small shack made of rough/splintered wooden boards on the shore of a very run down port. It was a muggy sky outside, and dirty brown water. Everything felt dirty. I was inside with 5-6 men, though I was a woman. I am an observer; I watch me in the dream. Me in the dream does not look like me, though I/she does have red hair (as I do now) and I am aware that the woman is 'me' (confused? :lol:)
The men were shooting accross the bay and being shot at in return with old guns - those one-shot rifles they used in Napoleonic times. I was not allowed to shoot because I was a girl. Everyone seemed to resent that I was present; I shouldn't have been.
There was one man who I was aware was the 'hero' of the group - more than being their leader, the men's failing morale rested on him. He had been shot and looked very very pale and couldn't hold his gun on his own, though he tried to keep cheery etc to sustain morale.
This part's a bit vague - I think I went to help him hold his gun, and I accidently shot him in the leg *eep*.
No one had time to be mad with me.
There was a knock on the door of the shack, meagre reinforcements they were expecting. I was sent to answer the door. I opened it, and instead of reinforcements someone threw in some sort of explosive. I grabbed it and tried to throw it out but I couldn't, so I just had to run back to the men and leave it (luckily it wasn't too big I guess!).
Scene Change: the fighting has ended, and I'm in big trouble. I watch people pick me up (screaming and crying hysterically) and carry me into a room where all the dead are kept. I watch as they very carefully and with great respect lift the dead body of my sister slightly and move her over (revealing a gun-shot-wound and a blood stain on the blanket beneath her body) and I am led next to her body. They clean and wrap me as if they are preparing a corpse, all the time I am crying and screaming though I do not try to break free. I am left on the 'shelf' with me sister in the room of dead, and the dream ends as the door is closed and I hear the sounds of the key turning in the lock through the dark.
I guess I got blamed for the bad ending of the battle, though that's assumed as I never saw the end of the fight.
Any thoughts would be appreciated; I'm really bad at dream interpretation!