Dream Sequence: We are all going to die!

I woke up at 830 tonight from one of those "I am about to die" dreams. I had fallen asleep around 600 after a day I took off work to put my apartment together. My dear friend from college was coming to visit for the weekend but she had to cancel at the last minute.

In the dream I was in a concourse or a food court area. I had been moving around from place to place as I was waiting for something to happen. There weren't many people in this space. Finally, I settled in to a booth-type lounge chair that was somewhat divided. On the other side of the divide, a woman who resembled me but who was not me was talking (rather, listening) to her significant other, a slender man who was articulate and the more he said, the more I wanted to listen, but I was not actually with them. They were going to a concert or some fun event and I was not. He was wearing a kilt. He said things that, indirectly and through my own inferences, caused me to admire him.

Rather than intrude on their couplehood, I went to the restroom. A woman was waiting for me as I did my business. Not that there weren't other stalls, but she was waiting for me. I felt I was with her but I did not know her.

Next scene, I am driving in my Trailblazer and my mother is my passenger. It is raining and I am pulling into a curve. As I do, the wind intensifies into a force I cannot fight. But I continue driving into it. I never thought I could have done anything different. The tornado force winds lift the car off the ground and as we ascend, we tilt and rotate. So I was there, trapped in my own vehicle with my mother, and waiting for impact.

Wake.

Heart pounding, it took some time for the sleep paralysis to release me.

The woman and her husband are my friends. My friend that was supposed to come down this weekend, and her husband, a captivating individual who can hold people's attention. We are currently divided. I need to separate myself from their coupledom. Give them space. Give me space.

I still don't know the woman who was waiting for me. Is she someone who will appear later in my life only after I've "finished my business"? Which could be my schoolwork, something that is consuming my life right now. Why do I assume it is a woman?

Then there's my mother in my fated vehicle. I don't speak to my mother and I did not speak to her in my dream. She did not speak to me either and we seemed content with that. When we had been on speaking terms, we could not handle sitting in silence. But the more we spoke, the more we were likely to say something to hurt the other. She would snap back, I would usually hold my tongue, but had also begun to snap back. The silence between us feels better this way.

Then, ultimately, our mortality is a force we can't control, it will pick you up and have its way with you. Yet we can't stop moving toward what is coming. I did not say a thing to my mother as we drifted in that moment waiting for impact. She did not say a thing to me. We barely acknowledged the other was in the car, sharing this last experience.

 

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Comment by JMac1949 Memories on April 17, 2015 at 9:07pm

R&L... in my last dream, I joined one of my best friends in LA and his wife for dinner and we ended up struggling to survive a monster earthquake, volcanic mud geysers, eruptions brush fires and landslides.  Damned if I know what that means.  R&L ;-)

Comment by Jewellya on April 17, 2015 at 9:13pm

I get the apocalyptic dreams when I feel --or fear--my world is about to collapse around me. chaos or upheaval at work or in family. and you are powerless to stop it. 

that's just me. I like interpreting the irrational and seemingly irrelevant.  

Comment by Heidi Banerjee on April 18, 2015 at 5:49am

Dreams can be helpful when sorting out daily struggle. You have worked through different levels within your inner system. The uplifting of the car is a frightful experience. It could mean that you have to slow down.

You seem to have an analytical mind. That will help you solve even night mares. All the best to you.

Comment by nerd cred on April 18, 2015 at 8:56am

I just find it amazing that you remember so much. I've only had a few dreams in my life that I remember completely. Mostly they remain only in wispy fragments once I wake.

Comment by Abrawang on April 18, 2015 at 9:05am

Ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopie!

Comment by Rodney Roe on April 25, 2015 at 11:23pm

I rarely remember dreams, but occasionally I can remember a lot as you did in this sequence. 

You seem to find it odd that you and your mother didn't talk as you were being taken up in the tornado.  I think that is just the way it would be.  In the half dozen or so near death experiences that I have had I became very calm; an observer.  The feeling was, "I have no control over the outcome. I wonder how this will turn out."

Comment by Jewellya on April 26, 2015 at 11:30am

thanks for your insight Rodney. I did what I could to describe key details even if I didn't have an answer for them. writing them down quickly helps me to not forget them but also look at then objectively and perceive that there might be new connections I wasn't thinking about. the fact that I had no control in that situation could be related to the fact that I have no control over the situation with my friend and her husband. I just need to sit back and see how it turns out.

The reality is they are having an internal grief and I got mixed up in it by chance/bad timing. but the fact that I was mixed up in it does not entitle me to attempt to influence the outcome. dreaming about it then typing this out really has helped me maintain perspective as they go through their drama.

Comment by Rodney Roe on April 27, 2015 at 8:02am

Decades ago I read an article by a man who had started writing down his dreams, training himself to wake and quickly make notes.

One night he had a dream in which most of the worlds problems were solved by a simple solution.  He awoke in the morning remembering only that he had made a breakthrough in his dream.  The secret was one word: turpentine.

Some days I can clearly see what I was working on.  Other days it is completely obscure.

Comment by Julie Johnson on April 29, 2015 at 4:29am

Years and years and years ago, I had bought a 'dream book' at the used book store.  A pretty basic symbol /meaning type.  I did take it with a grain of salt, BUT after a few years of paging thru the book and my subconscious mind reading the entries that I skimmed, it started to make sense.   

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