I’ve got the craziest reoccuring dream dream - I have it about once a month for a long time now.
I’ll tell you all about it, but it’s pretty long and VERY vivid, so… I’m just warning you.
It always starts out with me walking down a tree lined road on the most beautiful sunny day. I’m wearing a white gingham dress and I’m obviously very happy to be alive on this day. Then, out of nowhere, I come across this field of wheat and as I"m looking out on the field I see the mosy gigantic cement skyscraper ever. right in the middle of this sunny day, a black cloud forms only right above this building, like you have never seen.
I don’t know why, but I feel drawn to it and I have to go in. So I race through the wheat until I reach the building and right as i get to the base it starts pouring - so I run inside. the lobby of the building looks like something out of a horror movie. Flickering neon lights, standing wather on the floor, rust stained walls and stuff hanging from the ceiling. I look to my right and I see an elevator and I get on. I push the button for the 11th floor and ride the elevator to the top. When I get off the elevator, the hallway is immaculate. It looks like a brand new apartment building with plants and nice carpet. Almost instinctually I head right for this one particular apartment, and just as I’m about to knock on the door it opens and a guy who I feel I know, (but I don’t really) says “Hey! THere you are! we’ve been waiting for you!” There’s a party going on and everyone knows me, and I feel as if I know them, or at least should know them. then the guy who opened the dor says to me “Go look in the back bedroom… I’ve got an awesome surprise for you” so of course I oblige. As I walk into the room there’s a strange smell and then I realize what it is…
The guy walks over to the bed, which is only a matress and boxspring unmade, and lifts up the mattress to reveal a flattened little girl. She is wearing a dress just like mine, shiny black maryjanes, bows in her hair… but there is blood everywhere. It’s coming out of her ears, out of her eyes… everywhere. the guy looks at me as if I should be pleased and says “Well? What do you think? It’s awesome, right?” to which I turn around and sprint as fast as i can out of the apartment. This is where everyone starts chasing me, or at least I think they’re chasing me, I don’t think I’ve ever really looked back to check, but it sure feels like they are.
I run out of the building into the rain until I reach the main road, which is when I feel a hand pulling me backwards.
this is always when I wake up.
The only thing I can think of is that it must symbolize me mourning death of my childhood, and how young I was when things started happening to me that grew me into an adult pretty quickly.
This is just one of the many I have…but we don’t have time for all of those too.