Have Fun With This

So here's a dream for you to have fun interpreting It woke me up this morning.

Backstory: Big City. Apparantly, the world is in some kind of tragedy (or at least wherever I was), and the whole place has turned into a h-e-double hocky sticks. The lights are out everywhere, no more businesses. Its almost like the end of the world (but I don't think it is in this dream). The skies are dark (or maybe it was almost evening). Everyone is living pretty much on the streets, dirty, a mess, insane - simply trying to survive.

Plot: So its my father and I left together. I don't know where the rest of my family is, but I know its us two in the present. We're walking out of a crowded airport and down the steps of a dark alley, into the streets. I know there is an urgency to get wherever we are going quickly, as any and everyone can pose a possible threat (whether an attacker, or simply out of trying to survive/steal out supplies).

After a few light tussles, we make it to an area with a shade over it. I notice three small, sick puppies. My dad says they are not puppies. So, I go closer and there are actually four, three brown and white ones and one black. They are all bone thin from no food, just as most of the people around are. My father warns that the mother is probably close and as I look up, she is. Although defensive, she doesn't seem too aggressive. But when I look to my right, a half dead but still very alive hyena (or jackal?) is there as well. Too close for me to run, so I slowly start to back away as he starts to come in on me. My father then makes a sudden move (I think to protect me) and all heck breaks loose. I run, my father follows and the hyena jumps up, biting (and latching onto) my fathers back.

Under that same shed is a door, maybe a foot away. I walk up the two steps and its unlocked. I drag/pull my father as close to the door as I can with the hyena still latched on, and in one complete move try to tear off his shirt to loosen the hyena's grip. It works and we run into the dark house, locking the animals out.

So we're in this house. Dark, as expected. Small. I look around to check things out, as my father tries to recover from the attack. I walk to a door, jiggle the knob, it's locked. I notice through the crack a slight light, suggesting someone is on the other side of the door and back away slowly motioning for my father to be quiet. A second door is to my left, so I cautiously walk over, but there is no handle. As I reach around to feel things out - I notice two strings attaching the door to the adjacent fridge and realize this is a trap. I motion for my father to stay back and grab the door carefully from the top, to make the trap go off. And as expected it does.

When it does, two elderly people come out of the locked room with a rifle ready for action. We try to explain that we are not trying to rob them as they suspect, but they don't care. They have decided that they will kill us and eat us - because there is no other way for food. I mention that my father was attacked and needs to be treated or else their "food" will be infected from the rabid animal and persuade the lady to take him to get treatment. I do this knowing that when my father is stronger, he can help defend us.

I'm left home alone with the elderly man. And again, I try to explain that we were not trying to rob them of supplies - we were simply trying to get away from the attacking animals. He begins yelling at me telling me to stop apologizing. That they don't want to kill us - thats just the way it is. The only way they have food to survive. We just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

To distract me, he begins talking about his "hobby" - imagining historical fiction characters, creating a back story etc. He asks me to join him, and as I think - a neighbor child comes out of no where peeking through part of the house that has been torn off asking to join in the game. I try to hint to the boy (about 12/13) that I am a hostage and he picks up on it. However, he reacts so quickly that he causes a big commotion, spilling boxes and alerts the old man who catches on as well and becomes very angry.

Then I woke up.

Yeah...that was the weirdest dream i've had in a long time.

Hunger and anger are the building blocks of this dream. Much hostility too. Are you that way within yourself? Towards your self? or do you just fear others may be that way, if you approach them with kindness?

I did notice the hunger part, not so much the anger. Hostility also makes a lot of sense. Maybe not entirely towards myself, but when I think about it - I can clearly see all of those within myself. Not sure on what I expect from others honestly. Great observation!! Thanks!

Just work on being kind to yourself.