This dream had some aspects of symbolism, nonsense, and dream travel. The dream travel piece is that in this dream, I am walking around a residential neighborhood, and I've been here before...but never when I'm awake. Could be a link to a past life, or to another dimension, but I have been to this place in my dreams before. I just don't recognize it upon awakening. You'll see the symbolism and the nonsense in the rest.
I'm on a walk, looking at gardening landscapes and houses. An old couple comes out of their house and when I comment on how beautiful everything is, they invite me in to look around . Next I'm in a large room in their house, and of all things, the ceiling is tiled, with tiny beautiful patterns of tile. I notice that the ceiling has decayed somewhat and the tiles have been patched, a bad patch job with mismatching tile and bad alignment and grouting [could this be pointing again to the idea of the facades we present and the cracks in them? There is also some sense that these elders are the wise ones]. But they don't seem to notice the shoddy patchwork. There are other neighbors in this room. Mostly elderly but not all. All are welcoming. Some show me their homes/landscaping too. They are all so trusting of me as a stranger in their midst.
I stay longer at a house I visit of a younger couple with children. Everyone appears very wealthy. They open a large crate and show me a collection of live, small (two feet tall or so), Godzilla-type dinosaurs. They are crammed in like lobsters in a shipping crate with their limbs and tails clamped so they don't injure each other or the owners. [is this about control? Having restraint on?] I ask "are you going to eat them?" They sort of laugh and say "No" and one of the young children (a girl), says with conviction and concern, "We would NEVER eat them." I say (realizing how rare and expensive they are) "So, you will raise them and they will get so big they will eat you and others?" No reply that I recall. Somehow I see the long range potential for disaster, but they only see the exotic pets they have now. [could this point to status, adopting something...a practice or set of ideas that looks good or gives status and belonging on the surface but ultimately is not good for us or others?]
They have a big party with many guests. All of the sudden, I am one of several past American Idol winners. [enter the nonsense] I've got long wavy dark hair. We are each, in turn, there to sing. We are looking through our options on a Karaoke-like computer, trying to find songs we can sing well and that fit our styles. We are also told that the main event are singers from "Northwest Christian College" and should choose our songs with this in mind (i.e. nothing too racy). [So, once again, is this pointing to the idea of being a subordinate "guest" and being told how to use my "voice" so I don't offend the predominate/desired thinking? Being 2nd class and told how to stay in my place? And once again, I am complying?]
That's about all I remember. After writing it down, given the American Idol link (a show I like and obviously part of the nonsense nature of the dream, since I cannot sing), I can almost hear Simon Cowell now, reading this...yet another post about my dreams, and calling me "indulgent". There will be more...I'm thinking my dreams could be a regular part of the posts. Truth is, after all, stranger than fiction. And if me trying to take a look at my dreams and themes of work on this planet helps someone else to examine themselves? All the better.
And I also notice when I write the dreams, the writing about them reads choppy and cave-man like. But those are how the memories were formed of them, they come in snippets and are hard to remember.
That's interesting. I've found recently that I've been waking up with my mind full of bizarre dreams, too. Like this morning, I woke knowing that I was at an elementary school. Nope, I've never seen it before. The kids were just ordinary children, however, in amongst the students were quite a few children that were half the size of the regular kids. They appeared to be treated like normal kids. But when I inquired about them, I was told that they would all be euthanized when they got old enough in order to not spread their genes. It was normal practice. I was horrified, but the children took it in stride. That's when I woke up with a feeling of unrest. Talk about strange.
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