Most Interesting Dream I had - Interpretation please?
The dream, I had it on the 11th of October of 2008. It goes like this:
I was being thrown out of a classroom/building where a class went on. Many people I have known throughout my life in school were there. The benches were arched up against the wall. It was dark inside. It was lit, I believe, by candles. It was mysterious. Most everyone there was mad at me. The room was gigantic, and I felt comfortable and happy in it.
They wanted me out, and slowly the atmosphere grew more unpleasant. The teacher ordered me out. I was being gotten rid of for perceived insanity. A school boy spoke to defend me. I walked out in righteous anger saying: "See, [ ] just defended me, and he's a genius!"
I stormed out. As I left the room, I entered bright halls of spectacular beauty. Yellow light gleaming like a tempting, warm, peaceful symbol about me flooded my soul. I felt unsure if I should feel guilty, or justified for being angry. The halls stretched up high to ceilings above me. The floor was decorated by gleaming, awesome tiles of white, polished rock. The floor was slippery below me. All about me were happy, busy people talking to each other on coaches that lined each side of my path. I passed a fat man in a red sweater that sat on a coach nearby. He was bearded, and wore ugly glasses. He spoke with an attractive female co-worker. I felt shame rush through me like animal as I solidly stepped by these happy people.
I went outside the building. It looked just like the Lincoln memorial. I walked over to a bench nearby. Sitting there was a kind, red faced, bearded man with a red sweater, and ugly, round glasses. He comforted me. My mother showed up, and I knew that she must have some connection to the red-man. -I wake-
