I had the following dream this morning. It has impacted my entire day, and I feel apprehensive about going to sleep tonight.
I know my body is sleeping, but the event/dream begins as I am flat on my back, legs extended, arms and hands extended over my head, being dragged down a long hallway. In the direction of my feet, it’s narrow and dark and there is a deep growling, like that of a large dog. In the direction of my hands, it’s light, and wider. Something from the dark end has a hold of my ankles, but not too tightly. At the light end, my hands are intertwined with another’s, my sense is that of a woman, and I’m being pulled toward the light end, with some resistance from the dark. The surface I’m being pulled on is smooth and cool, like sheet vinyl. The woman is telling me to focus on the light and to relax. I am slightly afraid.
As I emerge into the light, I cross from the sheet vinyl to carpet. The carpet is pea green, low pile, and textured. After my feet cross over onto the carpet, I kneel down and pat my leg. I do this again, as well as snap my fingers. From the dark, emerges a small dog, a French bulldog. Instinctively, I know this is not the dog that was growling. The growl seemed to come from a much larger animal. This dog appears to be an emissary from the dark, less frightening somehow.
After the dog has crossed onto the carpet and sits, I survey the room. Visible to me are three walls (behind me, beyond the carpet is dark nothingness). The left wall has a chair and sofa on it. The longest wall is the one in front of me, and it is mostly window. There are a few very low chairs, and a long coffee table in front of this window wall. The right wall is the same length as the left and also contains a sofa and a chair. The chairs and sofa are padded and appear comfortable. Dispersed among the padded furniture are odds and ends of dining chairs, some traditional ‘folding’ chairs and some are wood to match a formal wood dining table. Every chair and sofa is occupied. Out the window, I can clearly see a front porch, complete with decking and railing. Beyond the deck is small grassy yard. Beyond the yard is a not a driveway or street, but a factory. It is nighttime and the factory lights are bright, the place is lit up like a power plant. There are stacks of crates, large ones, like the crates snowmobiles are shipped in. The crates are labeled with large, blue, block letters, spelling FAERON. My sense is that large engines are in these crates. The walls of some of the factory buildings are painted with the same blue block letters, spelling FAERON.
In what I would call the living room, are approximately 25 people. Most are seated, some are sitting on the floor in front of the chairs and sofas, and some are standing. They are all talking quietly among themselves and don’t seem to notice my arrival. I am wearing a pair of high heeled shoes (the kind that are meant to wear with jeans, not a dress shoe). All of these items I own, in reality, except the jeans. I ask for their attention. They all turn to stare at me, all talk ceasing. I am dressed in black jeans and a blue sweater. I tell the assembly my name. I ask them if they know me. I see heads shaking no around the room. I ask them if they know why I’m here. More ‘no’ head shakes. I ask for introductions around the room. No one in the group smiles, but they don’t seem to mean any ill will. There is a mix of people, some black, some white, men and women, even a couple of teenage boys. I remember vividly, a black woman named Connie with close cropped black hair. She is the one who ends up asking me questions. After the introductions, I tell the group that I’m here to tell them they can cross over, that they’ve passed on. There are looks of disbelief and bewilderment. I stand calmly, very still. My arms and hands are resting at my sides. On some, the looks change to anger – those people leave. Some remain, seemingly unable to move. They are no longer talking. Only Connie asks questions. I can’t remember what the questions are.
At this point, I hear my husband’s voice. I sense his presence, but I cannot see him. He tells me it’s time to go. From behind me, I sense my step-son, Zachary. Zachary is a slight, 17 year old boy (his appearance is accurate). He is wearing jeans and a brown sweater that buttons up the front. At first glance, it seems like a girl’s sweater (like from a twin set). He tells me he’s hungry and cold. I ask him if he wants to go get something to eat. He says no, but he’d like to go shopping. He pleads with me to go shopping, I sense that Zach is in some sort of distress, as if shopping (grocery shopping, I think) will somehow right his presence here. I can still sense my husband, who seems to just want to get away from the room, but I also sense that he does not want to go shopping. In reality, these behaviors would be reversed. My husband enjoys shopping, and my step-son would not want to go.
I wake at this point; I am laying on my right side, with my right arm extended to the end of the mattress. I am stiff and very cold, especially the topside of my right hand and all the way up my right arm, on the ‘top’ side – this cold continues through my telling of the dream. I roll over onto my left side, toward my husband, who is awake. I rise up on my left arm, citing how I just had the strangest dream. Within minutes, I am hot and clammy. Hot enough that I have to throw off the covers. I realize later that the top side of my right hand and arm should not have been cold – as these body parts were against the mattress – they should have been warm. The underside of my arm and the palm of my hand were up to the air in the room, and if any parts should have been cold, it would have been these.
For the duration of the day, I am exhausted. I feel physically and mentally drained. I woke from the dream at 7:31 am. I had gone to bed about 1:56 am. This is a normal amount of sleep for me. I had not had any alcohol, or consumed drugs of any kind (recreational – which I never do, OTC or prescription). This dream took place on Sunday, February 01, 2009. I did not recognize anyone in the dream, except for my husband’s presence and my step-son. I’ve never seen the house or the factory.
Thoughts / comments?
