Hello,
Last night I dreamt a very coherent film. It seemed to be set in the second world war, looking at what people were wearing, their hair etc.

It started with a woman who was in the middle of some kind of battle. She wore an army uniform. There was enemies attacking both from the air and with tanks. She ducked from an air raid but instead she was hit by an army jeep. After the battle was over men from the opposite army, the attackers, were sweeping the field looking for survivors. A very good looking man found the wounded woman, but noticed only the shallow scratches on her forehead. Instead of leaving her on the field to be tended to by the medics he took her by the hand and lead her back to their army barracks. All the time he was chatting, like a person chatting some one up in a bar. She was all "gentle smiles" and they were flirting. It was pretty obvious that he was trying to impress her and he lead her straight to the officers cantine and demanded in drinks. He made pretty clear to his fellow comrades that this girl was his and had to be treated with total respect. His friends (both male and female) came and sat at their table and it mostly resembled a regular bar night with friends when a new girlfriend is introduced. Suddenly, one of his female friends looked down into the wounded womans lap and noted that her army pants where getting darker and darker. The wounded woman was not talking any more; she was just sitting still with a slight smile on her face. Suddenly the entire table was alerted. One of them pulled down the trousers of the wounded woman and noticed that blood was pumping out of her belly. The man who had taken a shine to her in the battle field was screaming and cursing himself for having liked her so much that he was blind and took her away from the medics. "I never should have taken her away, but all I was thinking was that I could take her home, swab her face and put a plaster on her forehead and make her feel better. It would all be very romantic."

When the dream ends there is blood bubbling out of the wounded woman's mouth. So, am I both the man and the woman and what mistake could I be making?

I have no clue what this means or how to interpret. But i have to post up and say this dream touched my heart and got me thinking about stuff that happened to me a long time ago. Made me think of a time i rushed into something and got hurt.

My second world war dream

It touches me too; it almost makes me cry when I review it in my head - but I still don't understand what it is all about. I am usually quite good at interpretation and normally have an at least vague idea what it could possibly concern. Now I just wonder if it is a play with these unknown characters are persons in my life or if it is supposed to be sides of myself? My life is more turbulent right now than it has ever been before - so I sense it must be something deep hidden but important if I could only figure it out.// K

Wow Karin, that's quite a vivid and disturbing dream.

So let's see---we have someone who is hurting and people that should help aren't noticing. You know, it's like someone saying "It's not the end of the world. You'll be Ok, don't worry about it, you'll be fine, etc."

Then there's the person who "helps" by making it worse.

And the battle...interesting word. It can mean war and it can mean conflict, disagreement, hardship, etc.

So, someone is in a battle, people like to patch things up without getting to the heart of the matter--the root of the problem. And there are those who only make it worse.

Does this resemble a current situation for you?

Battles

Hi and thanks for your input!

I see what you mean and with your line of thinking the scenario could be interpreted from two angles; both as an internal conflict and as behavior from other people around me. I awake life I have recent handed in my resignation, but promised the university - where I work - to stay on until this semester is over in January and evaluate and exam my current 175 student. The main reason for my resignation is not a conflict but a feeling that all I ever do is work, there is no stimuli for me and few prospects to develop my talents which are very artistic. I also feel it is about time for me to have a personal life, a relationship and maybe children (I'm 35 and single and all I ever do is work - which mostly I enjoy greatly). What is considered unusual with this decision is that I have not got a new job waiting: I am running FROM something, not TOO something - as my boss put it. I disagree; I am running too something, I just don't know what it is yet.

Although my family and friends supported my decision at the time when I handed in my resignation, I feel they are gently pushing me towards accepting one of the numerous job offers that I have. I am in conflict with myself not knowing weather to take on a new 200% job with good pay is the solution to the underlying problem. Another part of me wants to go away for a while, take it easy and maybe write another book. Yet another part only wants to be hitched and happy and work with something less challenging. Yet another part thinks I should start my own business. My battle is not facilitated by the fact that I am in love with someone who's intentions are very unclear and we are both such control freaks that neither one dares to talk about it, but just watch and wait for the other one to act. Well, you see...No difficulties finding battles, conflicting emotion or outside pressure in my life. And during a period where I am also very busy in my current work.

I think the wounded woman is the emotional side bleeding from the center, wanting peace, happiness, love and children. She is struck from all sides and neglected. Still, she never speaks up, but just sits it out with a slight smile on her face, quietly dying. It is sad. On the other hand, I understand the handsome man too. He sees that there is no big problem; he just thinks that she is lovely and wants everything to move on, with him as her hero. He just happens to miss the fact that she is terribly hurt and dying. That could be both outside spectators in my life or me saying "what's all this emotional fuss. You are ok. You can do anything if you keep your head down and work a little bit harder." Not an easy battle.//K