I’ve just woken up from the most vivid dream. I’m not experienced with dream interpretation so am wondering if any of the objects/actions noted are symbolic of certain things?
What I can remember:
I’m in a huge palatial hotel villa on my own. Ochre yellow walls, turquoise pool, it’s beautiful and ornate, decorated with gilded furniture. I’m probably there on a work trip. I’m aware I haven’t spent much time there, haven’t invited anyone over to share it with
im planning to film an insta reel of myself before I leave, saying things like “I’m adhd, of course I’ve booked this palatial hotel for 1000 a night staying here on my own and barely spending any time here” in waking life I’m 36, female, I’ve recently been diagnosed with adhd
I’m wearing a white hotel bathrobe with my hair long and my natural brunette colour
I’m preparing to leave the villa and head to the airport, but need to pack and film my video first, I’m mapping it out in my mind, how I’ll do these tasks in time, but I’m just walking around ruminating, not staring anything
I’m running late for my 4pm flight, I had it in my head I could leave by 2 but then I remember it’s not enough time for an international flight home to Melbourne. I’m aware I’m in Dubai and the airport is a 30 minute drive. In waking life I often travel through the Middle East on work trips, on my own
I’ve been messing about procrastinating and have run out of time to pack or film my video so I can show off on insta. I think about my friends from back home seeing it and finding it a funny video but also being impressed by my lavish life
In one part of the video I want to wear my new led Omnilux mask that I’ve just bought in waking life and film myself in the mirror
Getting ready to film I need to tidy the place up a bit. I always leave things in such a mess. I’m stashing away trays of tropical fruit and large yellow petals, piling chunks of green melon that I’ve left laying around so it looks more aesthetic
My mum has asked me to pack up all of these relics from our past. She’s not there but I’m aware this is another thing I need to do before I can leave
Im assessing which things to take based on sentimental importance. Some things are easily identifiable as a no brainer, childhood stuffed toys, sheepskin blankets, a cradle, I can’t leave without them. Other objects I know do belong to us but I can’t recognise them, but I take time assess each one and admire them, dolls and animal statues, functionless, childlike, calming
One object in particular catches my attention, it’s a small sculpture, it’s soft, it’s like a reclining day bed, ornate, and it’s made of books, like a drawing, I think about how other people would perceive me as interesting if they saw this on display back at my house
There is a large cabinet filled with neatly stacked plastic boxes filled with our old sneakers and other stuff. My dad must have packed and organised it all. I cast my eye over it, I recognise one pair of sneakers, and old pair from my waking life when I was in my twenties. There is too much here and it’s just old stuff, I can’t take it with me right blw
I wonder how I can ask the hotel if I can arrange to retrieve it another time because I don’t have space in my luggage or time to sort this out right now, and how to explain to them why my families stuff is in the villa
I’m running out of time to get to the airport. I wonder if I can call on the hotel staff to help me pack. Call the airline back to push the flight back. I’m aware that I’m doing that thing again, not being organised, relying on the assured knowledge that people will help me, I’ll be creating stress for them just because I wasn’t organised
I drop my vape into water, it’s the same one I’ve just bought in waking life. The water is crystal clear and I watch as the slips away from sight amongst large clear brown crab like creatures and light brown seaweed. I think it’s for the best, I already quit vaping, why have I bought another one just for the sake of it, it does nothing for me I’m not even addicted at the moment but I will be soon if I hang onto it
I dive under the water to retrieve it, the water is quite deep. I can’t find it. I want to find it now. Even if it’s likely damaged from the water. I can try and get it working
I can’t find it and I will run out of breath soon. I swim back up to the surface and burst into the air, airborne, aware im in a grotto like cave. I can see more crabs on the sandy edge silently watching me. I’m worried I’m going to hit the top of the cave so I cover the top of my head with my hands to protect it from weird cave creatures and muck, I hit the roof and it propels me back into the water, making a huge cannonball
I wake up
What I can remember:
I’m in a huge palatial hotel villa on my own. Ochre yellow walls, turquoise pool, it’s beautiful and ornate, decorated with gilded furniture. I’m probably there on a work trip. I’m aware I haven’t spent much time there, haven’t invited anyone over to share it with
im planning to film an insta reel of myself before I leave, saying things like “I’m adhd, of course I’ve booked this palatial hotel for 1000 a night staying here on my own and barely spending any time here” in waking life I’m 36, female, I’ve recently been diagnosed with adhd
I’m wearing a white hotel bathrobe with my hair long and my natural brunette colour
I’m preparing to leave the villa and head to the airport, but need to pack and film my video first, I’m mapping it out in my mind, how I’ll do these tasks in time, but I’m just walking around ruminating, not staring anything
I’m running late for my 4pm flight, I had it in my head I could leave by 2 but then I remember it’s not enough time for an international flight home to Melbourne. I’m aware I’m in Dubai and the airport is a 30 minute drive. In waking life I often travel through the Middle East on work trips, on my own
I’ve been messing about procrastinating and have run out of time to pack or film my video so I can show off on insta. I think about my friends from back home seeing it and finding it a funny video but also being impressed by my lavish life
In one part of the video I want to wear my new led Omnilux mask that I’ve just bought in waking life and film myself in the mirror
Getting ready to film I need to tidy the place up a bit. I always leave things in such a mess. I’m stashing away trays of tropical fruit and large yellow petals, piling chunks of green melon that I’ve left laying around so it looks more aesthetic
My mum has asked me to pack up all of these relics from our past. She’s not there but I’m aware this is another thing I need to do before I can leave
Im assessing which things to take based on sentimental importance. Some things are easily identifiable as a no brainer, childhood stuffed toys, sheepskin blankets, a cradle, I can’t leave without them. Other objects I know do belong to us but I can’t recognise them, but I take time assess each one and admire them, dolls and animal statues, functionless, childlike, calming
One object in particular catches my attention, it’s a small sculpture, it’s soft, it’s like a reclining day bed, ornate, and it’s made of books, like a drawing, I think about how other people would perceive me as interesting if they saw this on display back at my house
There is a large cabinet filled with neatly stacked plastic boxes filled with our old sneakers and other stuff. My dad must have packed and organised it all. I cast my eye over it, I recognise one pair of sneakers, and old pair from my waking life when I was in my twenties. There is too much here and it’s just old stuff, I can’t take it with me right blw
I wonder how I can ask the hotel if I can arrange to retrieve it another time because I don’t have space in my luggage or time to sort this out right now, and how to explain to them why my families stuff is in the villa
I’m running out of time to get to the airport. I wonder if I can call on the hotel staff to help me pack. Call the airline back to push the flight back. I’m aware that I’m doing that thing again, not being organised, relying on the assured knowledge that people will help me, I’ll be creating stress for them just because I wasn’t organised
I drop my vape into water, it’s the same one I’ve just bought in waking life. The water is crystal clear and I watch as the slips away from sight amongst large clear brown crab like creatures and light brown seaweed. I think it’s for the best, I already quit vaping, why have I bought another one just for the sake of it, it does nothing for me I’m not even addicted at the moment but I will be soon if I hang onto it
I dive under the water to retrieve it, the water is quite deep. I can’t find it. I want to find it now. Even if it’s likely damaged from the water. I can try and get it working
I can’t find it and I will run out of breath soon. I swim back up to the surface and burst into the air, airborne, aware im in a grotto like cave. I can see more crabs on the sandy edge silently watching me. I’m worried I’m going to hit the top of the cave so I cover the top of my head with my hands to protect it from weird cave creatures and muck, I hit the roof and it propels me back into the water, making a huge cannonball
I wake up