dream

This is for Cyrus... dreams interest him. Like me. I love dreams.

I didn't have any significant, memorable dreams for about a month and a half, which is highly unusual for me. This morning, I dreamed that I was with a bunch of people from my past (though some were current friends as well). Somehow, we were sent to another world. At first glance, this other world was just like our current world, but there were subtle differences that we had to look for. There was no one who was native to this other world, only one girl. All the rest had somehow been transported there. Some of the inhabitants were only images, like mirages. So they didn't count as natives either. The major difference is that when someone from our world was brought to this new world, they would appear as they really are on the inside. For instance, some people are full grown, but act childish. So in the new world, they would actually be children. So I could be meeting someone in the new world who is my friend, but have no idea it was them because they would look different. This also means border-line horror film, because some people in our world are dead on the inside, or have horrible scars, that in the new world would translate to walking dead people, and other grotesque features.

I was brought to the world alone, but I knew that at the same time, there were other people that I knew who were being brought to the world. I knew there were some people from my elementary school, like B.C., and some people from my church, and some that I'm currently friends with, such as S.N. Also, K.G. was there, but I'm not sure if this person is a current friend or part of my past. Probably somewhere in between. I remember looking for M.C. from my elementary school, but I couldn't find her. Perhaps this was because she looked very different from the way she looks in our normal world.

After milling around a bit, and finding each other, everyone in this new world gathered in the woods for a campfire, except the one native inhabitant. I don't think the meeting applied to her. There was a religious leader (I don't know if I should call him priest, pastor, or what because I don't know what religion it was) who got up to do some sort of religious service. It sort of resembled a Catholic Mass, but slightly different, enough to make me feel uncomfortable that I didn't know what was happening. It was in another language too I think, which is unusual, because usually when there are foreign languages in my dreams, there's no language barrier; I can understand what is being said even when its in another language. In this dream, I was lost. I had no clue what they were saying.

At a certain spot, the leader stopped, and I felt like the people gathered were supposed to say "amen" or something. I was in a balcony area with some people I knew, and I sensed they also felt the same thing. I think it was on the tips of all our tongues, when the other people around the campfire began chanting and bowing. Since we didn't know the words, the people around me just said "amen" anyway.

I was standing next to S.N. and we were on the lowest rung of the balcony railing. It was wobbly, so I took her hand and we hung on to each other for balance. K.G. came up between us, and took my hand away from S.N. I had a flash of nostalgia, and the memory of my past hurt a little. I pulled away and went to the edge of the balcony where the stairs were (my left if I'm facing the campfire). I sat down on the stairs and put my head in my lap, with every intention to cry, but no tears came.

I heard a voice near the campfire, and I looked up. It turns out that this other world was a virtual reality computer program, and the guy who wrote it was at the campfire talking about it. As he talked, we were brought back into our world again. Then I woke up.

I just wanted to put this dream here, because its been on my mind all day. Well, not all day. But its on my mind now. Its the first dream after 40 dreamless days, and I want to know what it means. I'm getting the sense that its about people I need to forgive. And other stuff. I don't know. This dream has me stumped. All I can say is, I hope the part about having no more tears left happens for real. I'm tired of the pangs of nostalgia, I'm tired of crying about it. As tired as I am though, I don't know if I want to let go.

So... that's my dream, and some comments on it. Anyone want to add anything?