09-22-02
I had a wicked crazy dream last night and I decided to post it in my journal for all my 'dream translating'-fanatic friends. Knock yourselves out and tell me what you think...
(Okay, to begin with, let me tell you that I went to bed last night with a *really* sore place in my back due to having pulled it during the events of the day at the Broadway workshop (especially dancing). So I was asleep on my stomach instead of on my side as I usually do...and that's just some 'on the side' info that might have to do with my dream...)
Well, I had 'woken up' in my dream and was in a tent like the ones you see in the war camps and the only thing I remember was that there was a lantern swinging on a hook that was lit and that I was laying on a bed of corn husks. I went to sit up, but a sharp pain in my lower back stopped me and I gasped at how bad it hurt and for some reason I remember thinking that I must have been shot and the bullet was still wedged inside.
I lay back down carefully and actually found my eyes watering at the pain that was now shooting up my spine. I clenched my hands on the small pillow under my head and gave a ragged sob...
...which is what I think alerted 'him'.
Suddenly there was a presence at my side and a soft voice at my ear. "You're awake...?"
In my dream I recognized the voice and found instant comfort in knowing that the owner of it was there. I could not turn my head far enough around to look at him, so I simply stretched my hand out towards him...which caused my back to twist a bit and I cried out once again at the pain.
"It hurts..." I began to whisper/whimper over and over. "It hurts... Please, make it stop hurting!"
I felt him take my hand and press it in between his other one before settling himself down onto a stool at my side. He murmured some kind of words of comfort, and then lay his hand to the hem of my shirt and said, "May I...?"
I nodded my head quickly, having to bite down on my lip to hold back another sob as the mere presence of his hand seemed to cause my back to hurt even worse. He carefully raised my shirt up just enough to be able to examine the wound and I could feel him tense at the sight of it. He reached out and very gently lay his hand over the wound (which I could tell then must not have been a bullet because there was no 'hole').
I sucked in sharply at his touch, even though it was as light as air and I attempted to pull away. "No..please. Stop..."
But he only 'shhh'ed softly and spoke again saying, "I know it hurts. But you have to trust me." Then I could hear something much like a troubled tone in his voice. "You do trust me...don't you?"
I don't know why, but for some reason I felt I trusted this mysterious man with my life. I nodded quickly, tears now coursing down my cheeks at the pain that seemed to be intensifying and again I spoke in a shaking voice that 'it hurt' and 'please take the pain away'.
He began to make a slow massaging, circular motion with his fingertips on the wound and I had to bury my face in my pillow in order to fight back cries of pain. He just continued to speak encouraging and comforting words, saying every now and then that I 'must trust him...beyond anything, I must trust him.'
After a few minutes he suggested that I go to sleep. I remember a sense of panic racing through me for some reason and I asked him if he would be there when I woke again. To this he gave a somewhat sad sigh and told me that he would not...but that he would watch over me as I slept. He made this a promise...
Strangely I began to feel very sleepy all of a sudden and though I tried to fight against it and remain conscious, I began to succumb to darkness...still feeling his tender caress at the base of my spine.
How much time passed I have no idea, but it seemed like only a split second and I awoke (I mean, *really* awoke...no longer in dream world). My pillow was soaked almost completely through with my tears... But the pain at the base of my spine was completely gone!
Now, here is what one of my friends that really enjoys 'interpreting dreams' (actually, she just has a REALLY good imagination) said when I told her about this... (And I *really* like this interpretation! ::grins::)
She said that I probably had a ghost in my house that had formed a kind of caring affection for me (which would explain why I found comfort in his presence) and that he was a soldier at some point in his life (which would explain the tent I found myself in). He would not be allowed to make physical contact with me in my world, but when I fell asleep he took me to 'his world' where he was able to help me.
She said that he purposefully did not let me see him so that I could not 'look up' who he was. He simply wished to remain a watchful angel of sorts...
Though it was a great idea, I told her that the flaw was that I lived in an apartment that could only be about twenty years old at the most... Not an old house once inhabited by a war hero.
She said that I did not have to live in a 'haunted house' per se, but rather own an article of something that this being had been attached to in life.
::grins:: Well, there you have it! One persons interpretation... Anyone else feeling creative?
(Personally I think it was just that pepperoni pizza that I ate givin' me some trouble... ;-) )
