Before waking this morning, I was dreaming and when I woke, I told the dream to Mark while it was fresh in my mind. The dream was in muted color, except for one item, which I’ll mention soon.
Dream…
I was sitting in a large room with about fifteen British women. The room had a low ceiling, windows to the north, pipes overhead, and each of us seated in a school type chair, with wooden desk top, all one piece in structure. The room had an industrial feel to it. ( I assume we’re in England)
We turned in the seats to see or talk with one another, although I heard no sound. The desks had nothing on them except for some forearms leaning on top or elbows poised. We were dressed in ordinary clothes – slacks, button down shirts. I was the only one wearing a pair of jeans and sat in the last row to the right, closest to the exit doors. To get to the doors, we would have had to step up on a long, narrow platform.
A dark-haired boy of about 14 years old, dressed in grays and black, armed with a shotgun, seemed to just appear. He was facing me, though standing in the middle of the group of women. He was accompanied by a gang of silent young men, all behind him and spaced evenly throughout the room among the seated women. The armed boy was the only one who spoke or even moved.
I stood up and took the boy aside and talked to him. Misguided and frustrated by his family and society and thought he had no value or place in the world, and was angry about it. I don’t hear the conversation, but I know what transpires. In the next moment, threat diffused, I had recruited and mobilized every woman in the room, for advocating and guiding each boy, who were agreeable.
The boys disappeared, and a woman asked me, “How did you do that?” “I was a school bus driver, and I don’t put up with that,” I said. What I was thinking in the dream, was that I could help them.
Time passed, and I had many conversations with the boy. His demeanor softened and he focused on his immediate future. He was interested in the toll booth, where the operator had to commit to memory the names and proper toll amounts of each driver. He liked the idea of challenging and testing his memory.
Sometime later, I was in the car lot, below the building with the industrial room. A woman from the room approached me, accompanied by the boy. He wore a bright green and white broad striped, short-sleeved shirt. (This shirt was the brightest color in my dream) Things seemed fine, and I entered his car as a passenger. (Even though we’re in England, I’m sitting on the right side of the vehicle and he’s on the left, in the driver’s seat)
The boy acted like a punk, and spun his car around in circles in the lot, laughing. I insisted that he slow down and let me out, he ignored me, and I said, “I’m going to open this door and jump out.” He slowed down slightly, and at the right moment, I jumped out and left him, not looking back.
Time passed. He came to me and said, “I don’t need you anymore,” and walked away. His words, absent of malice, left me with contentment and satisfaction.
THE END
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Jody
Jul 09, 2012 @ 12:06:02
Not a clue! I think that dreams can be so much more (or so much less) than the meanings we give them. I never try to analyze mine. It’ll be interesting to see what others offer up, though!
Carolyn Norton
Jul 09, 2012 @ 14:02:40
To dream you are in England signifies renewal and fertility. Sitting at a desk you are evaluating and weighing over your problems, indicative of self exploration. Ceilings represent your mental or spiritual perspective. Women represent nurturance, caring nature, and love. To be a passenger in a car means taking a passive role. You probably already know all this, but I love to build a story from dreams. I do this pretty regular with mine and it helps my conciousness.
seapunk2
Jul 09, 2012 @ 16:06:42
There are several aspects of this dream which I can explain, and are in direct relation to small events that occurred yesterday, which I’ll reveal later.
I hadn’t considered sitting at the desk, but sitting and doing my art, which I did this morning, gives me a sense of perspective and allows my mind to be free to reflect on the way things are going, or not, in my life. So, I would likely agree with you on that point.
The ceiling in the dream was very complicated, with pipes and lines and grids…
More later, hoping for more interpretations…
Alex Jones
Jul 09, 2012 @ 14:44:58
Dreams are an individual code unique to you. I can make some educated guesses on themes. You are acting as a mother figure, a source, that nurtures, protects and guides, a masculine target. This could be a student, child or friend, that you are guiding or wish to guide in life. The male(s) are on the wrong path, and you and other female figures guide them for a time, until they find their own correct path, and then they leave your guidance to strike off alone in life. This may relate to an ambition you have to guide people (males) or is addressing a relationship you already have with a young person.
seapunk2
Jul 09, 2012 @ 16:12:04
I don’t have any males in my life except for my husband and two of my rabbits and one gelding. 🙂 However, I don’t necessarily think that the males in the dream, are males. I’ve had dreams of similar dark-haired males at different periods of my life, and all have been my offspring or young adults.