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I had a dream last night that started with me leaving a mall and driving into the mountains. The truck fell into an ocean and I climbed ashore. It was like the vast tundras but then switched from green to snow again as I walked very confuzzling.
I found myself in my friend's living room curled up with their daughter to the right of me and the mom and dad on the couch accross from us and my step dad to the left. The room was decorated in all brown. It was a small narrow room. I was watching out the window as two paramedics came in cause the mother was suffering in a great deal of pain. The daughter was whining cause she didn't want to go to the hospital and didn't understand that the medics were here for her mom not for her. I then was much older and female and had a young son whom I never saw in my dream but was fighting to get him back. I was insane and was at a bank trying to buy custody. The bank guy sent me home and everyone felt so bad for me and wanted to help. I came home and some reason home was in an apartment in the city. My mother was in the parking lot digging up asphalt to make a garden and she said some very hurtful things to me and called me names and was going to have me locked up for my own protection. So I got in some old car and drove off. I couldn't see over the dash and kept changing perspective trying to see out but couldn't till I rear ended a red truck and scraped along side a building. Ha good thing I don't drive like that irl! At that point I realized I must've been dreaming and then was worried maybe I was really driving the way I felt my body being jostled around. I forgot pretty quickly and stopped in a warehouse. I was then Vince McMahon and put some hemmeroid cream on my brass balls, which in the dream was literally brass balls. xD And this nutso lady was standing across from me going on about her son being taken away from her and she wants him back. My "people" were going to get her taken care of but I woke up before it turned into a smackdown. lol.
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By just reading this over briefly...
what stands out is that you must be feeling as though you are trying to take control, and that takes "brass" ones. ![]()
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I was thinking the same since I did a lot of driving. I was thinking being Vince McMahon was just brought on from watching wrestling the other night with my friends. I thought it was funny how he strutted and his reasoning behind the famous strut. I was also thinking maybe the lost child could be from me trying to communicate with my alters. But I think the symbolism all could have multiple meanings.
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When I use to have long, complicated dreams like that, often it was "duplicates" of a message. Your dream reminded me of that when you got in the old car and couldn't see out the windshield, that reminded me of the truck in the beginning and the confusing landscape. Too, the truck fell into the ocean and you couldn't see over the dash of the car and rear-ended a red truck.
There were a couple sets of "parents" in the dream too, first you were one/with friends and their daughter and then your mother was digging asphalt for a garden was sort of like your two or three changing landscapes; the tundra to green to snow at the begining, etc. A third "pair" of things was the idea of crazy; first you were trying to get your son back and then the nutso lady trying to get her own son back (that's a pair of pairs, LOL). Were it my dream I would look at those various themes and think about "then" versus "now" or whatever, see if you can see something happening or being thought about or discussed in your life/therapy that has happened before. Allegedly we're every character in our dreams and that last pair of pairs where you were crazy looking for your son (a younger part of you?) versus the crazy lady going on about looking for her own son, right after your mother said mean things to you. . . that would really interest me if it were my dream.
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