REM not only a band from the 80’s

When I was a kid even a teenager I had the most incredible realistic dreams. Almost nightly I would bolt up in bed sure that I had just been riding on the back of a whale or stepping onto the school bus without shoes.  I can remember quite a few times those lucid dreams got me in trouble, especially those ones where I would find my boyfriend making out with some other girl and then convinced he had done just that I would silently accuse him for days afterwards.

I cant quite remember when I actually stopped remembering my dreams or for that matter if my new adult chemistry even had enough magic potion left to let me dream at all.  I didn’t really miss it so to speak it just was. Lately though I have started to get that feeling back again. Waking up in a cold sweat remembering some insane details of a dream I had just had and trying to make sense of it all. I’m a true proponent of interpreting dreams for yourself, dream dictionaries and all that other hullabaloo just isn’t personal enough to be accurate. Sure there are keys to certain symbolism but in the end the symbols only mean as much as the feeling they produce in the context of the dream. Ok so now is the part I write about the dream I  had last night and try to make sense of it, so now’s your chance to back out if you’ve had enough of my craziness.

I was walking around the city by myself and realized that my shoes (shoes are a recurring theme for me) were left inside some store window. I could see them on display inside the shop and felt this desperate need to go in and get them. The store was closed but I pushed on the door anyway when I did it was very dark but there was a red flashing light blinking which i assumed was an alarm I had set off. I closed the door quickly but then decided the damage was already done and the alarm had already sounded so I might as well go in and grab my shoes. I pushed the door open all the way and the inside was more like a produce store, there were vegetables and fruits all lined up on the walls and a man standing there in complete darkness arranging the them for the next day. I was surprised to see the man and asked him if I could get my shoes. He didn’t speak but nodded as if it say go ahead. I went to the display case that I thought corresponded to the point I saw the shoes from the outside, but they weren’t in there. I ran outside again to double-check which display case they were in and then went back inside. I rummaged through all the cases until I found my shoes but when I put them on they didn’t fit and I realized they weren’t mine.

Then I decided that someone was obviously playing a trick on me and I needed to find my shoes. I decided to climb up a set of stairs that led to an upstairs apartment. When I got up to the apartment it was day and the sun streaming through the bay windows was blinding. Again there was another man in the apartment, this one I was not so surprised with and felt like I knew him. We talked about something which I don’t remember now but I think it was about him adding an addition to his apartment. He started to lay bricks with concrete or mortar or whatever they use to lay bricks. He was just stacking them up in a formation that would be like an “L” on its side, producing some kind of a platform. He did this for a while and then  asked me to try it out. I remember climbing on top of it and  thinking how unsteady the whole thing seemed. I climbed back down and then gave it a gentle nudge with my hands to test the platforms strength and the whole structure plummeted through the bay windows and onto the street.

I ran downstairs to find all of the bricks fell into a fountain that was below the apartment(that hadn’t been there before) but people were laying in the fountain obviously hurt by the bricks falling on them. There were police and ambulance workers all around and I tried to help but they pushed me to the side. One police officer told me to go catch the train up the road it was the last one of the night and my Mom would be waiting there for me. All at once I was in the parking lot of the train station which i can only describe as being like a semi-deserted Patco station in the middle of the night. I made my way through the lot and was joined by my sister, we didn’t speak to one another but were both heading for the entrance to the station. From the side of the lot crossing our paths walked a man, a huge burly intimidating man. He almost looked like that crazy giant monster Muppet with the big orange nose and brown hair. Anyways… the point of this is that my sister and I were both scared and felt threatened. We walked faster towards the station and felt as if we were going to be attacked. We made it to the front entrance and found my Mom. We tried to put ourselves in a position where we were noticeable to anyone else that happened to be around to keep ourselves safe from the Muppet attacker. My Mom said she needed to go to the bathroom and she would be right back, we told her about the man and she seemed unconcerned. Seconds later we heard screaming from the platform above us. I knew immediately what had happened, and looked down to the tracks below us and saw my Mom laying there. The scary Muppet man rushed past us and people were hollering that he had pushed her onto the tracks. I saw a purple scarf my Mom had on blow past us in the wind, in the same direction as the man was running, almost like it was haunting him trying to chase him down.

 

Then I woke up.

Now that I write it out it seems pretty basic to me, although I’m pretty spent reliving it all again. I’ll leave the analyzing session for later.