anneaskins
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The dream began in a basement, so presumably my subconscious, where an unknown man was leading me towards this rectangular concrete pit in the floor under the pretense of needing help with something. He asked me to jump down into the pit and I hesitate, not fully trusting him or his intentions, but I do it anyway. He immediately does something threatening- I don't remember what I just remember I knew he was trying to enclose me in there and leave me for dead. I managed to climb out and fight back.
Next I was outside so I thought I had escaped, but this later turned out to be untrue. I was in a rural area outside of a small one-story house surrounded by broken down cars. The sky above was gray and stormy, but that eerie kind where you can see the light where the clouds end way off in the distance. I find the only working vehicle, a bus, and drive to the end of the dirt and grass driveway. There's a lot of traffic and for some reason, I can only turn left. I see the man from the basement in the rearview mirror but he's not chasing me. He's just standing outside of the house, watching me.
Next thing I know I'm in my grandmother's house. I'm on my phone pacing back and forth because there's a ton of messages from work trying to coordinate a very busy day & I'm trying to figure out how to explain what has just happened to me and that I'm not going to be able to come in. I'm struggling to find the right words and wondering if I should just go in anyway and not tell them. This is when my perspective changes to objective and I'm floating above my dad as he walks down a dock, finding a small grayish white motor boat and I know he's going to search for my body. He finds it in some shallow marsh under some long reeds of grass and sticks, peels the debris off of me and starts to pull me into the boat. I get a glimpse of my face and quickly shift so that I'm looking at myself from behind. I cannot bear to look at my face. I get the impression that my dad is incredibly sorrowful but acting with this sort of grim resolution. He has to get my body out of there and back home where it belongs. There's still hair on my head sticking to my slick, gray skin. Then I woke up.
Some things that stood out to me- there must be some significance in the color gray. The concrete in the pit in the basement is gray. The sky when I escape is gray. The boat my dad gets in is gray. Finally, and most disturbingly, my skin is gray.
Would love to hear your thoughts, thank you!
Next I was outside so I thought I had escaped, but this later turned out to be untrue. I was in a rural area outside of a small one-story house surrounded by broken down cars. The sky above was gray and stormy, but that eerie kind where you can see the light where the clouds end way off in the distance. I find the only working vehicle, a bus, and drive to the end of the dirt and grass driveway. There's a lot of traffic and for some reason, I can only turn left. I see the man from the basement in the rearview mirror but he's not chasing me. He's just standing outside of the house, watching me.
Next thing I know I'm in my grandmother's house. I'm on my phone pacing back and forth because there's a ton of messages from work trying to coordinate a very busy day & I'm trying to figure out how to explain what has just happened to me and that I'm not going to be able to come in. I'm struggling to find the right words and wondering if I should just go in anyway and not tell them. This is when my perspective changes to objective and I'm floating above my dad as he walks down a dock, finding a small grayish white motor boat and I know he's going to search for my body. He finds it in some shallow marsh under some long reeds of grass and sticks, peels the debris off of me and starts to pull me into the boat. I get a glimpse of my face and quickly shift so that I'm looking at myself from behind. I cannot bear to look at my face. I get the impression that my dad is incredibly sorrowful but acting with this sort of grim resolution. He has to get my body out of there and back home where it belongs. There's still hair on my head sticking to my slick, gray skin. Then I woke up.
Some things that stood out to me- there must be some significance in the color gray. The concrete in the pit in the basement is gray. The sky when I escape is gray. The boat my dad gets in is gray. Finally, and most disturbingly, my skin is gray.
Would love to hear your thoughts, thank you!
