Dreams of the Soul

I just woke up, and I knew I had to blog because my dream was intense.  It was one of those dreams where something in your body – be it your mind or your soul or whatever you choose to believe – is telling you something.

Something important.

I don’t quite know how to react to this dream, I don’t know what to think of it, because there could be a million things it was trying to tell me…

I need to tell someone this dream before I forget, so I figured why not come to my trusty blog.

Maybe you guys can help.

The dream starts out oddly, I am a grumpy old man.  I walk to my car, it’s a nice car and I know it’s mine.  I unlock it ready to get in when a boy passes me, I cannot see his face.  He tells me I’m grumpy and mean then disappears.  I crumple over in pain – physical pain and suddenly I transport to the streets just outside my neighborhood.  I am me again.  I begin walking and the sky is darkening, I enjoy this walk.  The background begins to all look the same.   I notice the moonlight through some tree branches.  The leaves, I remember, were a dark forest green.  I look down and the sidewalk is perfect, new, there were no cracks.  I remember noticing that there were no cars and eventually no buildings.  Just the sidewalk and trees.

I was calm.

Until I hear footsteps behind me.  The person brushes by me.  She is my friend, but she doesn’t say a word, instead she keeps walking as if she didn’t see me, as if I didn’t exist.  I distinctly remember her wearing a pink hoody, one she hasn’t worn since the first year of our introduction.  That thought sticks to me as I continue walking.  Then, more of my friends blur by – I don’t remember what they said, only that they walked by without saying a word or acknowledging my existence.  They crossed right in front of me, zigzagged sideways on their skateboards and scooters, passing me without another thought.  I wasn’t too bothered by it.  It was more of a weird thing I couldn’t help but notice.  However – my body started aching.  I was in pain – I dragged on.  My leg was causing me particular problems.  The background was slowing fading into black, the farther I went the darker it got.  Then a really good guy friend of mine was biking with another boy I used to be close to right behind me.  They were talking to each other about something I deemed unimportant.  They rode by, and that was when I knew it was a dream.

I knew they wouldn’t have kept going if they saw that I was in physical pain.  At the very least they would ask if I was okay.  I pondered this for a little while, then something snapped me out of my reverie.  The trees and the sidewalk were gone.  I was walking in a black plane.  There was no end, and yet I continued in one direction as my friends still passed by me.

No one payed me any attention.

I didn’t particularly care until a boy – a boy I’ve known since preschool, one I’ve never heard speak (aside from whispers in class) looked straight at me.  This weirded me out, he barely acknowledges me IRL, probably doesn’t recognize me anymore (not that I see him lot, we no longer go to the same school) and yet there he stands looking straight at me.  Noticing that I was there.  He slowly opens his mouth and I walk towards him, he’s still walking forward which would make him end up crossing me horizontally.  As he crosses he says something odd, “All is gone” or something to that effect.

That was when I started to flip out, that was when my body keeled over in pain.

I woke up at school.  And I began the search for my friend.  They are all together when they see me, and rush over to hug me.  I tell them of my dream and they comfort me.

We analyze this dream.

I talk of how I thought my soul was warning me, and what each symbol meant, specifically going over the pink hoody of yesteryear.  They listened intently, interested and drawing their own conclusions that they do not share.  They understand that I just want someone to listen, not to spurt out their own opinions of things.  We were talking in some kind of tower with a tiny office, desk and chair.  It is inhabited by my math teacher.  A normally jolly old man.  He tells us to go away and that he’s doing work.  I notice that the outside of the tower was a white plane, but I don’t think anything of it.  I shuffle towards the door and wake up as I hit the light.