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Although I have some ideas on what this dream may mean, I would like to know if any of you have differing interpretations. I had this dream roughly two weeks ago and it's detail and vividness have stuck with me due to it's intensity. Normally my dreams are foggy and disorganized with hardly any detail.
Dream: I was about to park my car and contemplated where would be a place I could leave it without it getting in someone's way. It was a sunny day with gold rays, almost heaven like. I got out of the car and immediately began climbing this large hill I recognized. I veered off into the woods onto a trail when I found myself following a little girl. I could not see her face but I felt safe with her. We reached the edge of the woods where we reached the crest of the hill overlooking the town submerged in a fog. In the far off distance was a large church steeple I knew I had to go to even though deep down I resented the notion. We headed down the hill, still following the girl, where I found myself in the ruins of the school yard of the middle school I went to and loved. I felt ashamed looking at the rusted swing sets but carried on. We eventually reached the church. At the front door was a large mirror I found myself staring at. I saw myself but felt disgusted. I recognized the face but couldn't at the same time. It was a doppelganger me. I yelled and plead to the girl, still facing away from me. I begged her not to make me go in the church. She slowly turned around revealing herself as my mother as a child. I gasped and woke up sweating. Note: My mother is slightly religious, not too much. I have always held doubts about God, or at least the generalized concept of him/her.
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Fear of getting in the way, and neglecting the the more free and innocent part of yourself. You do not like what you see. The church is your present day self, and order. You do not like where you found yourself. Maybe you felt what your mother said to you when you were young, lead you there.
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Wow, that makes a lot of sense and definitely applies to certain aspects of my current internal conflict. Thank you, it's hard to realize things like this from a biased point of view.
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