I always thought that I was five years old when I first had the dream, but now that I’m 16 and I’ve been really thinking about it in recent years, I could’ve been between 5 or 7. I’ve always remembered it as clear as day and I now more than ever would like some ideas on it, or if you could, a full interpretation. The dream was super short. I am walking down a sidewalk (I was in my body, it wasn’t the type of dream where you can see yourself and everything else) and there was a normal house porch with a decent looking man sitting in a chair with both arms resting on the side chair arms, hands hanging down relaxed. His posture is perfect and erect. He is in a black tux and has a slight smile on his face that’s a bit sinister and dark. He is staring at me as I walk past him (I am staring back confused and a bit creeped but not fearful or scared). The odd part is that surrounding him (and staring me down, too) are a numerous amount of owls. They surround him and in the dream I sense that he is like a leader of them. The owls are in dull colors, like light grey, darker grey, tan etc... I don’t remember any all black or all white ones. That is the end of the dream, and even though I was very young when I had it, from that time to now, I always had a feeling that it has a powerful meaning-but it may not. The curiosity is killing me!
Notes:
The man was Caucasian (this probably doesn’t matter considering how young I was and didn’t register race). He had a sinister, almost sly small smile on his face (Like maybe he knew something?) and he definitely had power.
Up until age 8, I would see spirits and they would all be very old Caucasian men wearing suits and they never noticed me but would just walk and disappear (If you believe in ghosts )
I was a troubled child, I would tell my mom I wanted her to die and yell and scream and physically fight my sister. I also remember when I was 4, an older woman at my brother’s school yelled for a demon to come out of me and just walked away (maybe she was crazy?) I also have suffered from depression since I was 8, triggered by a death (Although it was my dog, and that may sound stupid, I was never the same and still cry about it sometimes, I loved him!) I would draw eerie pictures of dead people, not ghosts but normal people that got shot up or something. Although I was an angry child, I had a great mom and siblings and an awesome home so the dream most likely would have nothing to do with my home life…that didn’t get out of wack until I got older.
The overall feeling of the dream was confusion as to why I was being stared at and who the man was, and a bit creeped out by the owls, but not frightened at all. I feel like he might have been letting me know something, maybe about himself.
If you have any ideas as to the meaning of the dream or if you can interpret it, please do!
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