Just woke up a few minutes ago. I had candles going in my room, and I was listening to a crown chakra song by Danny Becher when I fell asleep.
I woke up with memories of a strange dream.
The first part of it, was that I was breaking into a facility of some kind. Inside of a
dark room/cell there was a couch that I sat upon next to the door. Before me was a pool of water.
As I sat, there was.. movement in the water, and suddenly a whale came out. I was not surprised for some reason, and I got up to stand. It was.. diving up from the water and submerging back down. I could run my hand along its body and felt the warm and cool skin of this animal as it moved.
I then sat back onto the couch and felt movement beneath me. From the carpeted floor, the whale was pushing itself up and I moved to the side so that the head of it could emerge.
It.. recognized me and could speak telepathically. I then found out it was a female, and that it was being held captive. There was another whale in the next room that I was told about. When I asked her long she was there for, she sighed and said three months.
The dream then progressed. I was still inside the facility, but now I was someplace else. I was in the company of children and a few elderly adults. Again it was dark, and all of us was gathered to watch a movie on tv inside of a living room.
I was not supposed to be there, and neither was the woman I love; who was there also, sitting to my left.
On my right was a young chubby girl who looked to be around five or six years of age. Brunette, and I had my hand gently around her neck. There was love between us also, for some reason, even though I didn't feel like I knew who she was.
A few things happened during this dream that seem insignificant to report on. I remember the woman I love (but not what she looked like) accidentally kissing an elderly man thinking it was me. She then left to go rinse her mouth out in the kitchen. When I went to follow her in, she was not there, so I sat at the table which had drawers in it. I emptied my pockets and found a keychain that looked like a cowboy boot. I also found two photos of a naked woman that appeared to be from a magazine. I placed those items in the drawer, and remembered thinking if I should put the photos in there as well, otherwise the kids might see it. I ended up balling it in my fist, and crumbling it.
My phone had a notification that went off. Three messages were on it. One of them was about how a boy "hated me" and asking if I was "okay" because whoever sent me that text knew about this boy and I somehow had the GPS coordinates of where he was.
Then, the dream took a turn. I heard a commotion from a door down the hallway. My "love" and I were not supposed to be where we were, and she was discovered. A team of paramedics was there and she was being hauled away screaming on a stretcher. I was mad, and as I watched her being taken down the stairs, I thought about fighting the four paramedics that were there. The first one I saw was in front of me, taking his first step down the stairs. I grabbed him by the neck and thought about pushing him down. Instead, I took his arms and crossed them behind his back to immobilize him.
I followed this procession outside, as the paramedics with the stretcher in front of us didn't seem to notice that I was there. My woman was still screaming and I was livid. Outside was bright and sunny and I got to talking with the paramedic I was holding.
"You sick fucking people..." I remember saying. "You kidnap an innocent woman, inject her with needles and for what? For your experiments?"
The paramedic began to fight off tears as my rage compelled me to speak a harsh truth towards him.
We were still in the procession, following my beloved.
The last memory I had before waking up, was seeing her lead into a building where two armed guards walked outside of and began positioning themselves up front. Holding what looked like rifles. They were both women it seems, and they both seemed uncertain about how to use their weapons as I watched them try and adjust what they were holding. It didn't even look like rifles. More like long cardboard tubes.
(sighs)
I don't get it. If I had to analyze this, I would say that I was dreaming of being in a hero role and that I was fighting to release love from captivity. The whale and the woman may have been one and the same, and they both represented that kind of captive/oppressed archetype that I was trying to set free.
That's all the sense I can make of all this. The children made me feel like I was part of a family, but wasn't. They weren't my kids. And the elderly people weren't my parents. They belonged to someone else.
In conclusion, I may be.. dreaming of redemption. Of battling against injustice in the name of love.
A.. supernatural/mystical transcendent kind of love. Signified by the whale. Embodied by the human female, later on.
I was facing opposition. The boy who I was texted about, gave me the sense that he was young. Around seventeen or so. The items I was discarding, appeared to have been obtained after a trip of some kind.
I don't know how to interpret the disapproval of this boy towards me, but I can interpret the items as having been part of a trip someplace. A tourist destination.
So then, this dream was about a journey I was on to find and then rescue my true love. She was in a dark place, and I faced opposition.
Back to sleep I go. Maybe there will be more. I can't get over how real it all felt. How I could feel the skin of this whale as it moved past my hand.
I can't get over the way my woman screamed on that stretcher. Or how the paramedic was moved to tears by my anger and began to see the sense I was making.
(sighs)
I really need to think about this some more. I think I interpreted it correctly.
Anyways..
Let's hope I can get more clues.
