Resurrection of Myself...?

[kellyveneziano]

The year of 2013 has been a difficult one for me and I have recently come to the very end of an exceedingly rough patch of road. My mood has recently become much more positive and hopeful than the months before June. I've just now been made aware that a close friend of mine (we were in love, though we never quite dated) has started to use a hard, dangerous drug. I've been stressed and distraught for the past few days. A few nights ago I dreamed of a long, silver wall that stretched out in what looked to me like the parking lot of a hardware store in a town nearby. The only thing in sight was the silver wall and pavement for miles around. It was a sunny day but the sky was a muted, dull blue and there were no clouds. The silver wall was seamless except a small portion opened up, somewhat resembling a morgue in the way a long rectangular drawer pulled out, and my body was on it. When I woke up, I climbed out of the small chamber and walked away. I understood that I'd just been dead and by some mistake was alive again. There were no emotions during this time. I remember two men in construction hats and walking or running down long, white hallways. I also remember standing against a corner and my chest was heaving. It's blurry now but I remember it as my escape attempt. When I was free, I was with my mother. She looked the same as she does presently, as did I (I'm 20) and she was very surprised to see me. I don't remember the surroundings that I met her in. She told me that I'd died at the age of 98, which obviously makes no sense, and that I'd been dead for 4 months. I remember being confused and then being in what I knew to be her bedroom, which wasn't what her bedroom looks like now. All of a sudden, an immense feeling of dread and anxiety came over me. I was panicked that the two men in construction gear were coming after me to take me back to the silver wall. I'm assuming the silver wall was some futuristic way of burying the dead. I remember voicing my concerns to my mother but she wasn't listening. I woke up and it took me a few moments to remember it wasn't real though looking back on it, the dream wasn't very vivid or life like except for the anxiety toward the end. I hadn't gotten a very fitful sleep. I woke up a few times and couldn't get comfortable. I was also sleeping in bed with my mom, which I do sometimes when my dad stays over at work. I can't stop thinking about this dream. It left me with an uneasy feeling at certain times during the day. I'd love to know any interpretations or thoughts on this one!

[101Volts]

Have you been reading anything lately that you hadn't read much in other months?

[kellyveneziano]

Have you been reading anything lately that you hadn't read much in other months? No, I haven't been reading anything out of the ordinary!

[JoannaB]

I am thinking that this is an anxiety dream. Have you had anything in your waking life lately that has made you anxious?

[Sover]

A short explanation could be that after gaining som insight and overcoming your troubles, you have felt more alive. But because of the resent events with your friend you are becoming afraid that you might fall into the same "dead" life as before. So this i you looking back at what was and at the same time worrying about the future. Do you have any assoiciations regarding construction workers, and the numbers?

[kellyveneziano]

That seems a very likely explanation, thank you so much! The numbers have no meaning that I can think of at all and neither do the construction workers though.

[Superman1]

Construction workers mean the side of you seeing that you need to construct yourself, after destroying yourself, effectively. Otherwise you will be anxious you will 'die' again. Similar to hardware where you can get the tools or materials or resources you need. 9/8 is the date you posted this dream. The date of the dream? Unless 1998 which is when you were 5. The first 5 years are said to fully mould our personalities by that time, I think. (Though of course all can be changed at any time.) Or maybe 5 was a crisis. The start of school may have been the first cause of your troubles. It certainly was with mine, lol. Did your rough patch last 4 months, before June? The silver shows what you can learn or have learnt from this is is valuable, I think. When you were free, maybe you saw you had to depend on you, not so much on mom who now was in the unfamiliar. That can be why she wasn't listening.