I have never been so scared in a dream. But no nightmare.

[Morca]

So, this was last night ( august 20/21). Sorry to paste in something from my journal, but this to me screams interpretation. *this is unedited, I wrote this after my morning shower, repeating it in my head the whole time to make sure I didn't lose it. *please note, I have never met anyone named Annetje. *to add to the title, I was afraid for annetje, not me, as I was already dead. *The jedi refrences are only because they are the only group I could think of that wore cloaks and stuff. Perhaps started as Jedis? Some sort of enormous battle. Maybe I was killed in battle, or I was killed tallking on a cell phone on a street corner by a sniper in the snow. Later, I and a female (jedi?) Who I think is Bastila(from KOTOR), we walk into a funeral for another Jedi. Killed in that battle? Bastila and I are ghosts, and try to make our presence felt, we have arrived late. Only after a few minutes, some guy we know reveals our presence, and we can suddenly touch and be seen. We pay our respects. +-~Unknown events~-+ Setting: very snowy, grey city. Everything feels soviet. I am outside with Annetje, a brash girl, slightly younger than me. We venture (?)downstairs and I protect her from something, I am able to form my body into a type of sheild for her. Eventually we are outside, and she tells me she wants to go to the street corner and make a phone call. I become extremely fearful, and I tell her she can't, that I died by doing that, or that her father did, I am slightly confused. She goes anyway, and I go with her, huddleing her into a corner, using my ghost-body to protect her. Forcing her to cower slightly, as my body can only stretch SO much. No one shoots at us. She is more confidant, and starts walking down the sidewalk. I try to stop her, but to no avail. A kid in a thick snowsuit is there, and tossing a snowball up and down. I am alrmed by this, and tell Annetje not to go any further, but she does not listen. The kid throws the snowball at us. Fearing a more direct attack, I try and use some sort of mental powers to whip snow at him (a blind), and run with Annetje around the next corner. Apparantly, this was the plan to ghet us there, and a a machine gunner opens up on Annetje from a tall building, I scream for Annetje to run, and the gunner is missing her, as I run after her, a few bullets strike me, but since I am a bullet proof ghost thing, they spark and bounce off. Eventually we get to the start of a hill, and I dive on top of her, and use my body as a bullet sheild, and make her start sliding down the hill. We go several blocks like this, a if we were a champion bob-sledding team, zooming under trucks, and missing trains just barely, and we eventually end up on the sidewalk at a park, and I am thrown from her as we crash. I pull myself up and run to Annetje, and She is not moving, there is blood down her leg. I kneel and start screaming her name. I wake up. throughout this dream, I was not entirely sure whether she was my girlfriend or my daughter. the clues, and the feelings from the dream all tell me now that in the dream, she was my daughter. My confusion as to whether I or her father had been killed, and the paternal instincts that tore through me the whole time. God, I got teary eyed writing this.

[Morca]

I hate to bump, but in all this time, no one has even tried? My interpretation so far is that m being dead represents large changes, it is the beginning of the school year, we are going to mexico, so that seems right, but any other stuff is appreciated.

[Dreamers dont kill]

This is a really interesting dream... is there anyone in your life that is somewhat like your "dream duaghter"? a friend, girlfriend cousin maybe a pet even.. try and make connections to your real life, i honestly dont think other people can tell you what your dreams mean.. you have to figure it out yourself scince YOUR subconciouse made it up