Dreams many times aren't just random images and thoughts supplied by the subconscious but a message from the "inner" part of ourselves, the part that can only speak to us through these dreams. However there are dreams that are "jumbled" messages and others that have a clear meaning.
Last night I had one of these dreams. I don't know how I knew it was important, but for some reason it just seemed different, more real, like a sequence rather then just the usual random images.
I can't really remember how it started, but what I do remember went something like this:
I was in a bamboo hut on a tropical island near the sea. I had a small shoulder bag which contained my keys and cellphone. For some reason I left the hut towards the second floor (I think it was to find someone but I'm not sure) and not finding what I was looking for went back down stairs. All of a sudden as I was reaching the hut again a wave brushes my feet and right afterwards the wave completely washes over me knocking me down. As it recoils I glance around and see my bag is open. I reach inside and find my keys but not my cellphone. I try groping the sand around me for the phone but can't find it. As I continued to search frantically for the phone another wave comes, not as harshly as the last but envelops me around the waist and pushes me back as it retreats, trying to take me with it. I get up and run as fast as I can towards the hut. I ask the people there if they've seen a phone but everyone is running towards the second floor away from the rising water. I follow them, always asking for my phone and a lady finally turns to me and says "I think i saw it downstairs". I run back downstairs and there it is on top of the counter but just as I pick it up a wave washes over me and takes it away again. Afraid, (at this point my heart is already racing), I run back up the stairs towards everyone but the water was already flooding the second floor of the little shabby hut. so everyone decides to go to the roof. I remember turning to someone and asking if the roof would hold us all but the guy just pushed me as everyone tried to get onto the hay roof. As I look over the roof towards the sea that was circling the hut I see killer whales jumping in the water, big whales!, the size of blue whales. All of a sudden there are hundreds of them in the water like piranhas and they start snatching people from the roof. I try clinging onto the hay but the guy from before gives me a shove as he too tries to hold on and I fall in the water. I glance up through the clear calm water above me at all the scared faces but I can't hear there screams.. Sensing something I look ahead and see a killer whale coming my way and I close my eyes. I didn't want to see. I didn't want to see myself die, ripped to peices. Eyes wedge shut I waited to feel the pain but I didn't. Suddenly a voice inside my mind tells me: "Open your eyes. See. Or die." For some reason after hearing the voice I'm not afraid anymore. I open my eyes just as a pair of jaws snaps around me and everything goes black.
Suddenly I open my eyes and I'm at a hospital. I get up and I'm alright, not a single scratch or bruise or broken bone. As I go down the steps I leave the hospital and walk into the floor level which turned into a museum. However this section of the museum was a memorial. As I look around I see snapshot of what had just happened, recreational displays of things that happened on the island: Mannequin whales and plastic tides rising above a cardboard hut. I run for the door and see the sign:
In memory of the talahukiwani disaster. Beneath it is a banner with names, hundreds of names of the people who had died in the disaster and my name was the only one not on it. Screaming, I run out the door and into a bar. I walk up to the bartender, eyes raw and red, and ask the lady were I was. The lady looks at me strangely and threatens to call the police. I look down at her badge and see
Psychiatrist printed on the label. I run back out the door towards my house (which for some reason is nearby) but nobody is home. I knock and I knock and finally break down crying. Someone pats my back and the people form the TV series
Criminal Minds are there (of all things!) and they say they are going to help me through this, they are going to analyse me and tell me what is wrong with me and how it can be fixed. Reid then starts recounting the events of the disaster and I start crying even louder until something wet marks my hand. I look up and see a puppy , a golden retriever licking my face and when I reached out to pet it he takes off. As I see him leave I become empty but calm, as if I'm at peace with myself, as if I finally come to senses with what had happened and it was OK.
And that is when I wake up for real. I just layed there in my bed thinking, replaying it over and over in my mind to try and understand what it meant. I tried going onto dream interpretation sites and maost of them talk of spiritual harmony and lost connections.
So, I leave this story here not only to remember it further on but also for any insight anyone can give me on it. If anyone reading this post understands dreams then please help me understand this one because it feels important! Like I NEED to understand it, I HAVE to understand... any help will be greatly appreciated.
"What if this reality is a dream and when we die we wake up?" - Social-conciousness.com
