Tiny birds and fishes in a lost wallet
I’m walking down the streets of a city I don’t know, but appears to be living in in the dream. I think it’s after some kind of party. It’s the end of the school year, in the evening, it’s night but there is lights and people outside. The air is warm. (I’m not of school age anymore but in the dream, it’s unclear if I’m me or a student). Close to a school or university, I find a pencil case on the pavement. It’s long and large, pink and shiny but in a classy, mature way, more like a mix between wallet/pencil case. I think it must belong to a girl who lost it on the last day of school. I open it carefully and go through her stuff to try and find who she is, so I can return it to her. I find a lot of small things that give me information about the kind of person she is, but I don’t remember that part clearly. It’s a bit like I’m searching through the personality of this unknown girl, who I feel in the dream is very different from me, kind of better than me in a way, but I can relate to her and feel empathy for her. I don’t know why, in the dream I feel that she must be sad to have lost this, that it’s a really serious loss that causes me anxiety.
In her stuff, I must have found some kind of seeds, or little balls of seed-like creatures. At some point, I find myself holding theses balls above a bar cage, like the ones people put birds in. Each time I open my hand, a tiny curled up bird finds its way into the cage, through a hidden gap between 2 bars. Every time, I feel anxious that the birds are going to slip away and die or disappear (they’re like tiny half-eggs half-birds), but I’m amazed at how they each find their way onto the safety of the cage through the same exact gap, as if their instinct told them to. It’s like a tiny miracle beyond my control, that brings me a bit of strange relief. Finally, all the birds are in the cage. They’re beautiful, like tiny budgerigars or parrots with all sorts of beautiful colors. I feel relieved that they’re all alive and flying very lively. (I think that when I found them in the pencil case I feared it was too late and they would die).
But it’s only for a short period of time: very quickly, they all turn into tiny colorful goldfishes and the cage into an aquarium. (In the dream, it’s not a transformation but more like a non-event: like these kinds of weird morphings you experience in dreams but are just normal at that time). One of the fishes looks really special, in a weird way: he looks like a small but inflated plastic character, similar to a kid’s bath toy. I look at him closely to observe what it does, and also because he looks like he’s drowning or suffocating. I panic at the thought he’s dying, so I fish him out of the aquarium in a rush to let it breathe. On the ground, he’s turned into a little cartoonish humanoid, and I press on his tiny chest with my fingers to reanimate him. He starts coughing and gasping and vomiting a disgusting white paste (yeah, that’s where it gets funky and weird). I don’t know or remember what happens next exactly. I turn back to the aquarium and look at the fishes with anguish. I’m checking on them but it feels like I’m just waiting for them to die and that there’s nothing I can do to prevent nor fix that. I know it’s messed up but could someone help me interpret some aspects of this dream?
To give you a little context: I’ve been quite severely depressed for a few days. I think it was latent during the past months and built up during the last weeks. Now I’m constantly crying and feeling nauseous with anxiety, overwhelmed by sadness. I can’t get out of bed, feel too tired to shower or do any of my daily activities. (I’ve been unemployed for about 6 months but am usually actively searching, and doing all kinds of stuff to stay occupied, healthy and useful.) My mom is here and tries to give me moral support, she’s been very understanding these past days (she used to be very strict and not tolerating any signs of “weakness” or laziness), so I know I’m still lucky.
Other than that, I’m confronted with a choice I can’t make in the state that I currently am. Either I go back to Canada, where I obtained a work visa and have friends and want to try and find a job and build my life again. (I had a job interview last week and have another one tomorrow, don’t know how I’m going to make it). But it would be with empty pockets, no certainty about job nor housing, and in this depressive, borderline suicidal state I’m in. Or either I go back to my home country with my parents for a while (maybe a few months until January, when hopefully I will be back on my feet and my visa still valid), which they just offered to me, seeing how I was. In addition to that, I have issues in my relationships with my 2 years boyfriend, and love him dearly but I don’t always feel like he treats me well, or at least as well as he “should” and as I’m treating him. We just had a fight with about his mother, who is very toxic and manipulative, and just did something hurtful to me (but he still thinks I’m being paranoid and she “means well”, “just has a bad temper” and “is just like a child”) (everyone except for him thinks she’s a flaming sociopath). Anyway, I’m feeling hurt by how he acted the past days, and wondering if I should break up. Too many important decisions to make, and I’m just here lying in bed, doing nothing but crying, feeling lonely af. Stressed that time is passing and that if I don’t take a decision within the next week, I’ll be stuck with nothing. Yesterday when I went to bed, like every night I silently asked “please send me beautiful dreams, please send me an answer.” And all I got was a strange-ass dream about a goldfish puking ;) Anyway, sorry for the long rant, if anyone could help me make sense of it, that would be greatly appreciated! Thank you!