Chaos Serenity Chaos

So last night I had an interesting dream. I can't remember the very beginning or certain details but I'll share the most vivid and chronological part of the dream, and I ask for your opinions on it.

There was a very large and old church with pillars holding up part of the structure, leaving a porch-like space in front of the doors. I ran behind one of these pillars, and it was actually rather cramped. I was looking for protection from something that was going on, and I thought this particular spot would be the safest. There was a priest that I squeezed by, trying to stay out of his way. However when I was certain that I wasn't in his way, he huffed in an annoyed manner and shoved passed me.

I felt bad but became interested in this object on one of the bricks of the pillar, it was a little higher that my eyes so I had to tip-toe to get a better look at it. It seemed to be a peep-hole, like the kind you have on apartment doors. Unfortunately I couldn't get a good look at it as the priest moved passed me again, dealing with whatever chaos was going on around the area.

Finally things settled down a little, so I tried to look again. I had a perfect view, but all I saw was darkness. I couldn't tell if there was something in the way that was dark, or if I was looking into something dark and hollow.

I left and somehow ended up somewhere else, like in a car or something... It's a little too hazy to remember... But I was having a conversation with the daughter that I had in the dream because for some reason I had gone from curious child to parental grown woman. While I was talking with her there was some sort of accident, and I found myself outside of the car. There were several people hurt and bleeding, including my daughter. I wrapped up her leg that was bleeding, and ignored the damage done to my body. I think I had some sort of internal wound.

Someone called the doctor, and my daughter had her cell phone that she basically never used that I had given her for emergencies. It was an ancient cell phone. A big brick one with an antennae. Well.. bigger than the cell phones we have now. It looked different from the real brick cell phones. She handed it to me to call someone. So I decided to call a friend that could help me and my daughter while I followed the crowd of hurt and dying that was being gathered to receive help.

My friends assured me that everything would be fine and kept asking questions about my daughter and myself to figure out more about the situation. I ended up sitting down at a table that had a lady at the head. She was trying to direct the group sitting at the table, but kept tossing me a look even though I wasn't talking into my phone a lot. My daughter (now fine) gathered phone numbers from a few people around the table and had written them down. As she passed the piece of post-it note to me the lady made a comment about waiting for people to put their cell phones away. I said bye to who was on the phone and pressed the end button.

Reaching down I put the paper and the phone in my bag and sat back up to look at my friend (who was previously my daughter... My dreams tend to transition awkwardly like this). The woman continued her conversation. Apparently we were now a ton of kids at some group meeting to play some sort of game. My friend(daughter) was huddled with some young, typical nerd-type boys trying to figure out a math problem for this game. I felt like a complete newcomer because I didn't know the game.

This kept up for a long time, everyone participating in the game, and eventually the lady-leader transitioned into a guy that was passing out snacks to all of us. Telling none of us not to take too many. Eventually the meeting wrapped up, but instead of having memories of playing a game, I had memories of being in a reading circle. So I asked the group leader what happened at the end of the story, even though I had read the book before.

He laughed and told me, but I didn't retain it. Instead he and I got on a different topic and told me that the priest that worked there knew a lot about ghosts that haunted people.

This is where I started to wake up, in the dream I asserted that my friend could really use the priest's help. And for some reason I walked over to the priest and started to waltz with him. Then I woke myself up by saying: "I'm not haunted, my house has ghosts, but I'm not haunted."

And yup, that was my dream and waking process. haha

....That was kind of long... I give props to anyone who actually reads this.

oh my, you have a fabulous memory of your dream! so detailed!
the transitions sound... understandable...
you were in a cramped place in the church, then the car.
your friend was once a child, and you feel close to them and possibly parnetal.
thus the link between child and friend.
and then being a child.... where do u think it all ties together?

I'm not entirely sure at all really. Also, I give you major kudos for reading this!

I've thought about it, and usually I can explain my dreams by things that happened the day before I dreamed... Or things that are generally happening in my life. I really couldn't place it here. I'm not in school anymore, I don't have any kids... I have a little sister. Also I'm not very maternal with my friends. I may view them as children sometimes, but we all are still children transitioning into adult hood.

Also, I don't really deal with churches or priests. Not since I went to church with my grandmother when I was young.