another dream within a dream . . .
Last night I had kind of a disturbing dream . . . I dreamt I was laying in my bed, though my bed was underneath my window as opposed to facing my door, and the sheets/bedding are pure white. But I knew this was supposed to be my bed. There is a naked little infant girl laying in my bed next to me. She is crying. I don't know who she belongs to but instinctively reach out to her, pick her up and cradle her in my arms. She continues to cry so I s-h-h-h-h her loudly and rhythmically in her ear and she quites down instantly but everytime I stop the s-h-h-h-ing she starts crying again. Then I realize I am just dreaming and am relieved and look for my way out of the dream. Which seemed to be to simply get out of bed and go to another room in my apartment.
I then dreamt that I woke up, so it was one of those confusing dreams within a dream. I go out into the living room and see that my love seat is missing. Realizing that somebody must have been in my apartment I freak and race to my door and go to look out the peep hole and it has been covered with a disc of plastic so I can't see out. Then I really freak. Then my dream memory lapses. So next thing I remember is having people over, I don't know any of these people but they are in my living room playing video games (which is odd because I don't own any) I know in this scene I am feeling kind of violated, like I just want these rude, selfish people to leave my little sanctuary and go home.
Eventually they get up to leave, gather their belongings and one of them attempts to sneak up behind me, but I see him out of my peripheral vision - approaching me. He grabs my ass before facing me and then gives me a gropey hug. I am stunned. The man is about 5'10", early 50's, balding severely about the crown of his head, dark hair, dark eyes. And what stunned me the most is that I look at what he is wearing and realize he is a minister or priest or preacher of something of that nature. As he goes to leave my Father appears in the room. I tug on his sleeve and motion him toward the window (the scene changes from my apartment living room to that of a nice house, ground floor with a cute window that looks out into the front yard and driveway) I tap on the glass and point to the pervert who grabbed me. My Dad says he has a poor memory and just doesn't remember the man and can't quite see him as he slowly disappears from the driveway.
Hmmmm . . . seem to be wrestling with some subconscious demons. What could they be? Any dream interpreters out there?
I then dreamt that I woke up, so it was one of those confusing dreams within a dream. I go out into the living room and see that my love seat is missing. Realizing that somebody must have been in my apartment I freak and race to my door and go to look out the peep hole and it has been covered with a disc of plastic so I can't see out. Then I really freak. Then my dream memory lapses. So next thing I remember is having people over, I don't know any of these people but they are in my living room playing video games (which is odd because I don't own any) I know in this scene I am feeling kind of violated, like I just want these rude, selfish people to leave my little sanctuary and go home.
Eventually they get up to leave, gather their belongings and one of them attempts to sneak up behind me, but I see him out of my peripheral vision - approaching me. He grabs my ass before facing me and then gives me a gropey hug. I am stunned. The man is about 5'10", early 50's, balding severely about the crown of his head, dark hair, dark eyes. And what stunned me the most is that I look at what he is wearing and realize he is a minister or priest or preacher of something of that nature. As he goes to leave my Father appears in the room. I tug on his sleeve and motion him toward the window (the scene changes from my apartment living room to that of a nice house, ground floor with a cute window that looks out into the front yard and driveway) I tap on the glass and point to the pervert who grabbed me. My Dad says he has a poor memory and just doesn't remember the man and can't quite see him as he slowly disappears from the driveway.
Hmmmm . . . seem to be wrestling with some subconscious demons. What could they be? Any dream interpreters out there?