Blue_Opossum

Morning of June 7, 2017. Wednesday.



I am in an unknown location, seemingly in someone’s backyard at one point. There is a long scenario where this part of the world (the setting in my dream) will soon be ruined by sunlight of too high a radiance. That is, plasma, for whatever reason, is somehow flowing closer to only this part of the world.

It does not seem that bad at first. Some unknown people and I are involved in some sort of writing activity. I am sitting on the lawn. Over time, I am aware of the approaching danger. In the last scene, red dominates my dream. It is coming in with more heat and intensity. This also means that this part of the world will no longer exist. I roll on my side to escape the reach of the red beams, which seem almost like a giant magnifying glass being used as analogous to set a fire or burn an ant.

Since childhood, red almost always symbolizes (in real time) the need to wake up (or that I had been sleeping for too long). In this case, I had absentmindedly switched sleeping positions to being on my right side in the first time in a few weeks. Even in my dream, there is the subliminal awareness of this being wrong and I even roll on my side in my dream. (I can only sleep well on my left side, or halfway on my stomach to my left. Sleeping on my right side almost always causes digestion problems even if I have not eaten in awhile, as well as physical distress at times.) Dreams such as this often serve as real-time waking mechanisms despite people failing to understand this primary purpose of dreams, although contrary to what some “experts” claim, dreams are sometimes more than just waking symbolism even though this one is limited to that function. Still, living in a world of the “dream interpretation” fallacy all my life is just as annoying as being in a world with people who claim dreams have no meaning at all.