INTJMom
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I had a disturbing dream this morning. One of those ones that I remember in pretty vivid detail, at least visually. Putting them into words is always the challenge part because so often I get the sequence mixed up. I tried to look up the meaning of it in Gustavus Hindman Miller's excellent work called 10,000 Dreams, but the only object from my dream I could find was "smoke" and that said I had doubts and worries... duh. Anyhow, perhaps writing it out will help me. I believe for the most part dreams are a reflection of what we're currently feeling, though I do believe dreams can be prophetic as well.
So in my dream I was on a college campus. I had signed up for classes, but someone had stolen my books and I was having no luck finding them or getting help finding them.
When I got back to this little cabin where I was living temporarily, smoke was coming from a window (I didn't see any flame). I only had my bare necessities, in there so therefore everything important to me and unfortunately my prized possession - the 12-string guitar my mother bought for me 30 years ago from my chorus teacher... a hand-made Japanese guitar... irreplaceable as far as sentimental value.
There was an immense amount of frustration in this dream. I tried to call 911 but that town was so small they didn't HAVE 911, so I had to find out their real number. And since I was new there I didn't even know the name of my road. The sign was a wooden post at the end off the road and the road name was "00L" - as in zero zero ell - weird name.
The fire truck finally showed up, turned into the wrong road, and the cabin was lost by then. Then someone showed up who had rescued my guitar out of the cabin. The case was scorched. But when I looked inside, the guitar had been melted from the heat and was warped, unusable and un-repairable.
The other thing I remember from the dream is when I was leaving the campus, I was riding in someone else's vehicle. They were driving too fast down this elevated road that was still being built... and rain had washed out the sides of the road in some places. The top was still dirt... no asphalt. I felt unsafe. I didn't want to use that road again until after it was properly paved.
So yeah. Writing it out does help process the feelings. It's obvious I don't feel ready to go to school. I'm not sure what the guitar has to do with any of it.
So in my dream I was on a college campus. I had signed up for classes, but someone had stolen my books and I was having no luck finding them or getting help finding them.
When I got back to this little cabin where I was living temporarily, smoke was coming from a window (I didn't see any flame). I only had my bare necessities, in there so therefore everything important to me and unfortunately my prized possession - the 12-string guitar my mother bought for me 30 years ago from my chorus teacher... a hand-made Japanese guitar... irreplaceable as far as sentimental value.
There was an immense amount of frustration in this dream. I tried to call 911 but that town was so small they didn't HAVE 911, so I had to find out their real number. And since I was new there I didn't even know the name of my road. The sign was a wooden post at the end off the road and the road name was "00L" - as in zero zero ell - weird name.
The fire truck finally showed up, turned into the wrong road, and the cabin was lost by then. Then someone showed up who had rescued my guitar out of the cabin. The case was scorched. But when I looked inside, the guitar had been melted from the heat and was warped, unusable and un-repairable.
The other thing I remember from the dream is when I was leaving the campus, I was riding in someone else's vehicle. They were driving too fast down this elevated road that was still being built... and rain had washed out the sides of the road in some places. The top was still dirt... no asphalt. I felt unsafe. I didn't want to use that road again until after it was properly paved.
So yeah. Writing it out does help process the feelings. It's obvious I don't feel ready to go to school. I'm not sure what the guitar has to do with any of it.
