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Posted by tabitha on August 5, 2004, at 1:00:46
I was at some kind of summer reunion party with my family, and we were supposed to be all packed up to leave, but on the last day we were playing in the yard. There was a rope swing, and I got on it. It swung waaaaay far from my family, like it was attached to the moon or something, and it kept going faster and faster and I got scared. It finally got tangled in a tree, miles from home in what looked a little like a college campus. I tried to free the rope, and the tree started to disintegrate. I moved away and the inside of the tree started burning and crumbling and finally it imploded and a tank-like vehicle came out and started going up the street toward where my family was. The tank was broadcasting a warning, can't remember the words, but I knew it would make people fear some kind of terrorist nerve-gas release or something. I hid and the tank passed.
Then the whole town was in chaos and barricaded because of the terrorist threat. I tried to get back to my family but the roads were closed. I went waaaay around, and got intercepted by some agents who wanted to interview me. I didn't want to tell anyone I had started it by breaking the tree. I just kept wanting to get back to my family, but I couldn't. I spent a long time wandering through the chaos of the occupied town.
Finally I learned everyone had been transformed by the nerve gas into 10 foot tall aliens, so my family was not my family anymore, they were aliens. My brother was somehow trapped in an adolescent 10 foot tall alient body, and I was a large disembodied head. (I still had my human self in the dream, but I was also back with my family as this disembodied alien head).
Then the world was chaos and there was some kind of battle between the tall aliens and the humans that were left. Somehow the aliens had power and got to abuse the humans. A luxury hotel opened and some of the aliens got to go in posed as employees and they vandalized the hotel. One ground nickels into the marble floor with his cowboy boot, scratching it up, then urinated on the lobby. Somehow the aliens just got to abuse the humans like this all over town.
There was more after that, with me wandering as my alien self, and more conflict, another terrorist threat somewhere, but it was a hoax. Somehow all the terrorist stuff was a hoax, although the people were still transformed by the nerve gas.
I think this is all somehow related to my therapy experience lately. Going out on the rope away from my family is the therapy, and the tank with the poison is the group, the post-apocalyptic world is my emotional life, and the aliens are the therapized versions of people.
Posted by tabitha on August 5, 2004, at 1:50:52
In reply to My Dream, posted by tabitha on August 5, 2004, at 1:00:46
the tree is my therapist. I got gently entangled in her branches, then she unexpectedly imploded and spat out the evil tank of poisonous terrorism that destroyed all the happy life on the planet.
Posted by tabitha on August 5, 2004, at 2:03:32
In reply to Re: My Dream P.S., posted by tabitha on August 5, 2004, at 1:50:52
all the confusion about the terrorism and the hoax is the battle I keep having with her, where she tells me the threat isn't real, and I try to believe her, but the damage is done anyway.
Posted by gardenergirl on August 5, 2004, at 8:24:41
In reply to Re: My Dream P.P.S., posted by tabitha on August 5, 2004, at 2:03:32
Wow, what a powerful and strange dream. Thanks for sharing it. I don't think I would know where to start in interpreting it. It sounds like you have a good handle on what it means.
Take care,
gg
Posted by shortelise on August 5, 2004, at 12:25:09
In reply to My Dream, posted by tabitha on August 5, 2004, at 1:00:46
Wow, Tabitha, what a great dream. Thank you for posting it.
If you don't want my take on it, stop here!
The tank coming out of the tree, is it that you feel or fear something damaging to your famliy, or your relationship to them, is coming out of therapy?
You write that the tree is your therapist, and you cause these events.
You hide from the tank, you escape it. Is it that you escape the damaging effects of therapy? Hm.
You can't get back to your family in your present form, the way is blocked. You spend a long time wandering the chaos of the town.
Your family and your other self are transformed by the nerve gas, you are your real self elsewhere, a person apart from the the big head (intellect vs. emotion?).
The aliens battle the humans - that could be the interior battle you are fighting. What part of you are the aliens? What part the humans?
For me in my dreams, the "therapist" often represents a part of me.
The think about the cowboy - I can't help but relate this to the present political situation. How Bush, who is a cowboy, is terrorising the country with fear (of terrorism). He is crushing underfoot and befouling.
If this were my dream, I'd see a battle in myself, that I am struggling with leaving behind a part of me - and my life, and my family - that I am afraid will be transformed (in my own mind) and lost to me. I am taking chances, and I am afraid of what this will mean, how it might change my life, will it make me an outsider?
I'll stop here. I hope you are not offended that I applied my imagination and my self to your dream. It's a really good dream, surely full of the things you are mentally digesting. My T would have a field day if it were my dream.
Shorte
Posted by woolav on August 5, 2004, at 14:11:20
In reply to Re: My Dream » tabitha, posted by shortelise on August 5, 2004, at 12:25:09
Wow, that dream sounded similar to one I had the other night. I was with my brother at a mall and somehow ended up on an elevator or something that took me about 1/2 mile away. And when I tried to get back, I had to escape from a store. Then when i saw the mall, I realized that something had happened to world as we knew it. Like giant buildings were demolished all around and there was chaos. There was looting and robotic creatures that were very large. I remember thinking I would not survive to get back to the mall. I had to hide in rubble of buildings with others who were scared and dirty. But they were after me too..It was weird. Maybe we have both been watching too much FOX news. !!!!!
S
Posted by Jai Narayan on August 5, 2004, at 17:02:48
In reply to Re: My Dream, posted by woolav on August 5, 2004, at 14:11:20
The weird thing is I don't have a TV and I am having horrible destruction and fire dreams. Also dreams where I go completely insane. I woke up scared today.
I wondered why my dreams have been so violent in the past week.
Are we connecting to our own stuff or is it a bigger picture? I really don't know.
Pondering.
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