Morning of March 8, 2015. Sunday.
This was an extraordinarily long dream yet was completely different in mood, awareness, and focus than usual. Throughout yesterday and last night, I probably spent about two hours or more in total reading through some dreams of the thousands on the dream bank site. Because there were also typical irritatingly presumptuous notes relative to psychoanalysis (which I no longer believe in at all), I think it put me into a completely different dreaming mechanism which felt almost completely new (especially as I had not actively scripted any dream content or intent at the time). This alone is enough to remind me that dreams are completely different things at different times, taking place in a number of vastly different areas of the mind and for different purposes, depending greatly on the person, what they had seen or done recently, and especially even what they believe or expect dreams to be.
The setting of my dream is possibly a three-way or more composite but not rendered as very familiar and it firstly seems to be in the morning. My wife and I live in what seems to be an anchor-shaped building. The first section of drama starts out when I notice, to my left, an unexplainable jet of water somehow spraying from an unseen part of the wall and into the kitchen sink. Some of it also goes on the counter and floor at times. The kitchen seems to represent an anchor fluke while we in the living room are in the crown area and a hallway representing the anchor’s shank branches off in front of us. On my right is a bay-window-like area that represents one of the anchor’s arms. From here, I go over to see what is going on. A young white male is somehow spraying water from his window (outer wall of the “shank”) and through our kitchen window (“fluke” area). This pointless imposition makes me angry.
From here, I see that he lives with, or is visiting, three unknown young females. The room is the first to the left off the hallway. I pull him out of the room and into the living room. I look through a large dresser to find my supposed two guns and note various unusual devices and apparent parts of many different things filling all the drawers. I eventually find both guns (which are only about half realistic and almost skeletal) and hold them near his head but do not hurt him. I do fire one gun but a small yellow disc comes out and explodes (without incident) on the floor nearby. My intent is to scare him enough so that he never comes back to the building. Later, the young white male says that he was harassing us because he does not like how we smell, claiming the entire building and grounds is filled with our unpleasant scent. He also blames an apparent plumbing problem on our cat (even though it is a sewer problem related to the street area.) I feel rather strange, as if our ethnicity is always solely a target for random fabricated nonsense and aggressive (even insane) imposition by the so-called mainstream.
From here, as I am sitting by the bay window area, I look out into the yard and notice an older lady feeding kittens near some hedges. It is hot so my shirt is open. I hear the lady mention something to someone else (who I do not see) that my presence by the window is not intrusive. Oddly, she is then somehow in the living room (there were no doors on that side of the room) talking about the building and the owner (who apparently lives in a room left off another part of the hall). The owner is also an older female and eventually comes out. She is talking about new rules, explaining how no one will be allowed to leave the house after six o’clock (pm). This is especially with regard to shopping - for example, if you go out and buy any food after six (even if you need it) you will be punished or possibly evicted. I become annoyed and slowly start to realize that my wife had (likely unknowingly) recently rented an apartment in a boarding house or even halfway house. She remains passive to the idea, however. I start to argue a bit with the two older ladies but do not threaten them in any way.
My dream shifts and it is nighttime and quite dark outside. I am so annoyed by having to live in a building with westerners that I decide to throw myself into the cold turbulent waters off from a rocky shore which is now somehow just off a hotel-like building where the bay-window-like area had been previously, though it seems I walk about half a block to get there through a long hall (in a way, this is similar to what my father did on his country-wide bicycle trips - instead of staying in motels or hotels, he chose to sleep in the woods). The incline of the rocky shore is about thirty degrees. I actually feel quite well at this point and my dream is still very vivid. My wife had been following me out of concern for my well-being. I do throw myself in, but now more as a gesture of enjoyment of the icy water (and to avoid being in or near the building for awhile). My wife attempts to save me from drowning (though I am not in peril at all), but then I soon need to go out farther and save her from drowning. From here, there is a great beauty, joy, and closeness with similar energies as when we first got together and experienced the unexplainable “same skin” perspective in real life (which I have never heard of anyone else experiencing - that is, when I touched a part of her, I could feel it on me as if I was “in” both bodies at once - I had never experienced this with anyone else, or anything even close). There is a very vague awareness of the song “My Love, We Are One” from “Orca” (from 1977).
Finally, in the last section of my dream, I notice that I have taken out a twenty dollar bill, apparently all the money I presently have. Several other people are now sitting or lying about on the rocky shore as if on a beach. I start moving the note about in my hand and it changes into about five or six twenty dollar bills and at least two hundred dollar bills. A younger male looks on with a sense of amazement. I continue to shift the bills around and more and more notes appear out of nowhere until I have thousands of dollars (some of the bills in piles on the large damp rocks). From here, my dream starts to fade. However, I also notice that the money is only printed on one side, which is almost always the case in dreams. Technically, money only printed on one side should probably be a trigger for lucidity, but it never has been (yet). It probably represents the fact that “one half” of you is asleep and thus “not there” or present or active in-dream.
