I Dreamed A Dream

I do dream at night when I sleep, but I very seldom
remember them. Usually they are happy dreams, and flying dreams.
Very seldom are they scary. Last night I had a dream that was very
disturbing. And so, when I do have one that disturbs me, I think it
must be very significant. So I thought I would share my dream with
you. It begins with me driving through a very affluent town in
Westchester County, NY, a town I am very familiar with. I stopped
at a store located on a corner opposite a train station where I
always stop to get a Frapuccino. I parked in the usual spot that I
do around the corner from the store, and went into the store, but
as I went in, the quaint magazine store turned into a bodega type
store. The place was run down and not familiar at all, and as I
turned and looked out the window, I was not in Westchester anymore,
but I was in the Bronx. The south Bronx. I put my drink on the
counter and as I looked into my wallet to pay the man behind the
counter, all of my money was counterfeit. I told the man that I had
cash in the car and I will be right back. As I went around the
corner back to my car, there was a crowd of people gathered around
my car, and the driver’s side door was open and there was a man
sitting inside the car, and from what I could see, he was rummaging
around inside the car. I turned to go the other way when someone in
the crown shouted “Look! That’s the guy from the car” I continued
to walk away when someone else shouted “Hey you! Stop! This your
car?” I turned and said yes, and the man that shouted for me to
stop motioned for me to go to him. I always planned that if ever
anyone tried to carjack me while I was outside of the car that I
would throw the keys as far as I can away from me and run in the
other direction, but now, in my dream I did what he said. I moved
towards him and put my hand out, giving him the key. “Nice car you
have here. What you doing in this neighborhood with these fancy
wheels?” the man who shouted at me asked “Here. Take the keys. Take
the car” I said “Oh no. I ain’t drivin’ yo car. You gonna be
drivin’ me and my buddy here. Get in the car” he said calmly, but
firmly. I did as he said and got into the driver’s seat as he and
his friend made their ways into the front passenger and back seats.
“Just drive” he said In my dream, I thought to myself that I am
doing exactly what I trained not to do. Leave the scene with the
perpetrator. But still I did as they said. “Where are we going?” I
asked “On a drive. Mighty silly of you to come driving a nice car
like this into a neighborhood like this. Draws a lot of attention:”
the man said “So tell me” I asked “Give me the truth. You going to
kill me right?” “Sometin like dat” he said In my dream I thought
that if they take me somewhere else, they might torture me before
killing me and then my body would never be found. My wife would
never know what happened to me. I would just disappear. My car
would be stripped and burned, and all traces of me, gone. I slammed
my foot as hard as I could on the accelerator and started speeding
through the side streets towards the busier streets. “What you
doing man?!” the man shouted to me. “Well, if you are going to kill
me, no way am I going to go alone, and certainly not by your hand”
And with that, I saw my speed was 96 mph, and I looked up at a wall
ahead, and turned the car straight towards the wall. I woke up
before the car hit. I did everything that I trained myself never to
do in a situation like that if it should arise. Lots of people
think that dreams have meanings. I think this dream is a warning to
me to be aware of my surroundings. So, what do you think this dream
means?

Update – I went to see my Buddhist psychotherapist today and told her my dream. After a long conversation, one theory she thinks that it relates to is my sarcoidosis and the amount of people that are “in my business” (doctors) and that I feel like I am giving up control. It may also relate to the fact that every time I go to a doctor or have a text done, I feel like I make two steps back and come up against a wall in my progress, hence the symbology of me “hitting the wall and thereby regaining control”. Hey, it’s feasible.

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