Resurrection of Myself...?
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!
