I had a nightmare last night. One of the ones where you wake up, and your eyes spring open, and you're afraid to move, because if you look behind your shoulder, what you're afraid will be there is going to be there, staring you in the face.
In the dream, I was a middle-aged mother of two girls. I had dark, short hair and no face (I can never see faces in dreams. It bothers me immensely.). I had just taken in another child, a little boy with short dark hair, and no name. For reasons of which I am not sure, I decided to name him Jesus. This struck me (The real me, not my dream self) as odd, because I'm not extremely religious. Anyway, Jesus and I were on a school bus with my husband (Who looked like the man from Rosanne. Gag) and my two daughters. Suddenly, I was watching my dream self, outside of my body, when something, a small devilish nymph thing started tugging on my hair (Strangely enough, my head is very sore this morning). I was screaming for help, but no one could hear me. We got to wherever it was we were headed to, and it was some type of fall festival.
Everyone in the town despised Jesus (So you know, it's very odd typing Jesus and not meaning Jesus Christ). I wasn't sure why. We were having a good time, and I was trying to socialize Jesus when everyone started circling around us. Their eyes turned red and they were saying that I had to choose between sacrificing Jesus or myself. I didn't want to die, but I knew I shouldn't sacrifice the boy. I was still outside of my body, shouting at myself not to let them take him. Suddenly, it was as if I had this revelation, like the kid actually WAS Jesus, incarnated or something, and I was living in a town of Satan incarnates. It was bizarre.
So, they took Jesus away, and they killed him, as I (The me outside my body) screamed in protest. My hair was being tugged on in all sorts of directions. Suddenly, we were in the same barn, and I was walking. I turned to look at my outer body self, and smiled, my eyes turning red like everyone else's. I finally realized that my out of body self was the only real me, because they had killed both Jesus and myself.
As I said, it was a very strange dream. Curious, this morning I looked up dream translations.
Jesus, The Child, represents a new phase in my life. How the child fares represents how this shange will fare.
The Death, represents change, usually dramatic and major. It also symbolizes confronting fear, usually of change or death. Sometimes they do symbolize an actual threat of some sort, or death.
People portrayed in dreams are often a reflection of your own traits.
So, I'm going to enter a very bad part of my life, and I will either be forced to confront my fear of death or change, I may be threatened or actually die, and I'm an evil person.
I think it's time I found a hobby.
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whoa. that was really intense. i had a dream where me and my sisters kept getting gagged and trapped by a ghost and me and my littlest sister had to preform an exorcism-like-ceremony chant. haha. im not sure what my dream would mean.
but thats really creepy. although it refects how selfless you are... you were willing to give your life for your child.
that was intense. you can't really tell what your dreams actually represetn, but maybe you're like afraid of change to come, or possibley having to sacrifice your self for your son named Jesus :P i find it so interesting how Jesus had to be sacrificed... and like Jesus Christ did... haha.
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