Hey everyone,
I'm new here. I usually can interpret dreams very well but I'm stumped with this one and I hope I can get some suggestions here to help figure out what this means.
Last night I had a dream that an army of visceral creatures grew out of bio-hazard waste. I believe the bio-hazard waste is literal in this dream, because in waking life I work at a laboratory and our autoclave broke, and I've been storing the bio-hazard waste until it's fixed. Just think... bacteria festering in closed tubes and vials for a week. It grosses me out and I'm not looking forward to dealing with it when we get new equipment. So that gives a little context.
So to continue: These creatures mounted an army lead by the most human-like creature to come forth: A brute of a man, possibly a centaur, I can't remember very well, with inky blue, crumbling skin, a haggard face, muscular, with a cross-bow. I decided to try and steal his crossbow to take control and shoot the creatures which were attacking people. Some parts of the dream occurred underwater, where they were swimming with me, and through this whole dream I was trying to defend others from their attacks. It's all very hazy everything that happened.
I tried to sneak over the the centaur-like man (who was probably 15 ft tall) and take the crossbow, but he caught me. I thought he was going to kill me and tried to run away, but instead he handed me the crossbow. He asked me to kill him so that humanity would know they could defeat the creatures. Then he morphed into a white collie, and jumped down into a tube about double his length in diameter and I was standing on a balcony above him. "Fish in a barrel" comes to mind, or "falling down the well" which seems like a metaphor, especially with a collie, potentially making a twisted invocation of Lassie.
I shot arrows down into the dog until he was dead, crying and saying "I'm sorry" over and over. I woke up with a profound feeling of sadness, and strangely, I wasn't afraid of the creatures through the entire dream. I was only slightly disturbed by their putrid-ness (sort of like how I feel about the biowaste at work).
I don't know what to make of the centaur or the dog, though, or the symbolism of the crossbow. Any ideas? Thank you in advance!
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