 an odd dream that i had today
ok, this is kindof long, but i needed to post this somewhere. my recent life has been rather chaotic and i am beginning to dream again. i had a dream today that really struck me as being significant, but i am having trouble dissecting it. i've picked out some of the major themes, but i won't say anything yet, as i would like to get a few opinions before i begin my analysis.
26 December 2005
I am in a mansion in the middle of a northern wasteland. The mansion is old and somewhat run-down. Colors are lacking, and there is much brown and bare wood everywhere. I am working as a nurse; there are sick patients to tend to. We put them in different rooms of the mansion, filling it from the ground floor up. As we ascend floors of the mansion, the atmosphere changes. Each floor feels more dreary and “shut-up” than the last. The air is heavy and smells like an old house that has been empty for years. The rooms are dusty with little light. We are finally housing patients up on the fourth floor.
For some reason, this fourth floor feels ominous, as if I have been there before or “know” something about it, some sort of terrible secret that has been carefully hidden for years. The hallways are narrower here; everything feels oppressive. We settle a patient into a room; I continue down the corridor. I have glimpsed something, something elusive. I am excited and apprehensive at the same time; I am following a personification of death. Death walks down the corridor and disappears into a room; I follow. I am frightened, but I feel that I must follow this through to the “end”; I must unravel whatever secrets are being concealed. At the far end of the room is another door; death exits through this door and descends down a long, narrow set of bare wooden stairs. I do not follow Death down the stairs; I am spooked, and do not feel that it would be wise to go any further. I am overcome by a state of panic; I can’t breathe and the room is spinning around me.
When I open my eyes, I am outside of a tent village. The tents were of primitive design, of a rounded shape and covered with animal skins. The tents, though rough in appearance, seem warmly welcoming against the stark white snow. I am still in a daze, the mansion and its secrets looming in the distance behind me. I am led into a tent; the tents are filled with men and women “rescued” from the mansion. They seem to be very much the “other”; quite different from me. They are dark and earthy. They seem almost like gypsies or pirates. (Well, very aged gypsies or pirates. They are still very lively. Something about their eyes belies their wizened bodies.) We do not speak the same language, but there is a mutual sense of understanding between us. They are happy to see me; they greet me with smiles and kind gestures. I am given warm food, a warm blanket. I am lulled into a sense of security. I am placed in a wooden tub filled with warm, soapy water. My brother (?Not sure who this figure is in the dream but he reminds me of my middle brother who is in the seminary.) gently washes me with a cloth, warm water running over my hair and face. This cleansing feels to be significant. I believe I fall asleep at some point in the dream; when I wake up, I am alone in the tent. I am tucked away on a pallet of soft animal skins. I wonder if everything was simply a dream, but I see the wooden tub still filled with now-cold water. It is the only sign that there were any other beings in the tent with me.
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