Thread: A dream about shark meat, family BBQs, and elite mercenary squads

Sounds exciting, right? Well maybe it's exciting if you like interpreting crazy dreams... Read on.

(Background info: I'm a 24 year old single male... Been single for a long time; I wish I could find a girlfriend but I'm very socially awkward, in spite of being alright looking and in great physical shape.)

I was shopping at a local supermarket in the small Ohio town where I live. It was very well lit and a little chilly, as supermarkets usually are. It was on a sunny weekend afternoon, and I was very relaxed; sort of zoned out as I pushed my cart around the store. A woman's voice came over the intercom and announced that there was a special shipment of shark meat available in the seafood department. I headed to the seafood department (still at a lazy pace) because I like shark meat, but when I got there, I saw a tag on the packages of shark meat that said it was $25/pound (ripoff! ) I left the store (only bought two cans of beans) and walked through the parking lot to my car.

The weather had changed now to being a little overcast and windy. I started driving home, but apparently stopped paying attention to the road at some point. I found myself driving through a lightly wooded area, and ended up in the backyard of a black family who were having a cookout. I crashed through their fence, ran over their BBQ, a few lawn chairs, and may have hit a few people, but none of them seemed to be hurt. They only appeared to be a little bit irritated and annoyed at this incident; you'd think people would be much more angry or frightened if someone drove their car through their backyard and hit some of their family members. I kept driving, and eventually got back on the road.

I was feeling nothing in particular while all this happened; I was still having that zoned-out feeling. But after I crashed their party (get it? "Crashed"? ) I was a little worried that they might call the cops. I parked my car a few blocks up the road, and got my jogging outfit out of the trunk to wear as a disguise. I jogged back down the road holding the two cans of beans that I bought at the supermarket, going PAST the black family's house for some reason, thinking that I would not be recognized at all because of the jogging clothes. They were still fixing the damage from the crash when I jogged by, and they took no notice of me. I continued jogging, and went across a bridge, which led to some sort of wooden boardwalk structure. This big wooden structure was a series of pathways and stairs, all built over a lake or something. I jogged down a long flight of wooden stairs, and continued up a wooden bridge which led to the front door of a modern skyscraper in the middle of the lake. This whole time, I just felt relieved that that family did not call the cops on me for almost running them over.

I went into the building, which was where I was employed as a member of an elite mercenary squad. It was time for work. We wore black clothes with lots of leather straps, metal buckles, tall boots, dark sunglasses, leather gloves, etc. like stereotypical "bad guys" straight out of a hokey action movie. There were about 8 of us in the group; I think there were 2 or 3 female members and the rest were male. The only one who really stood out to me was this girl (in real life, she works at the same place as me. We're in different departments, and I only see her sitting a few tables away on lunch break. We've never spoken but I think she is very pretty and I spend a lot of time admiring her from afar) She is very short and a little thicker than most girls, which I find attractive. She looks half-Japanese (like I am) but I'm not sure. She wore a very short leather skirt, tall glossy high-heeled boots, a low-cut tank top, and had a lot of guns, knives, grenades, and other weapons strapped on to her body like everyone else. So she was wearing typical "sexy action movie girl" clothes, no matter how impractical they may be for the job.

At this point in the dream, there is a time jump: we are now in another building on some kind of mission and it has gone wrong somehow. All of us are trapped in a large first-floor "cubicle farm" but the only doors leading out have been locked by the security system. The lights are off, red sirens on the ceiling are flashing, and a woman's voice comes over the intercom telling us that the LAPD is raiding the building, and that we should surrender. We are all very worried and starting to panic about how we will escape. On one side of the room, there are large windows like they usually have on office buildings. There is a sidewalk right next to the window with lots of people walking by, unaware of what is going on inside. I picked up a metal chair and attempted to smash the window, but it was made out of some sort of plexiglass that did not break easliy. This did however, attract the attention of some young man on the sidewalk. He was about college age, wearing jeans and a polo shirt. He was very muscular, had tattoos, and looked like a "tough guy." I started yelling insults at him, and flexing my muscles in a provocative and threatening manner. I was hoping he would get angry, break the window, and we could escape, but it didn't work. He just got a very sad look on his face, like I hurt his feelings, and he said "Fascist!!" and walked away with his head hung down.

Any thoughts about what this might mean would be greatly appreciated! I'm not really sure what other background info about my real life I should provide; if you need more info, just ask and I'll be happy to answer.