Ok...so I had an incredibly strange dream. I was walking around the halls of my school (college). I was lost...I was searching for my english classroom (in real life, i had gotten lost on the way to my english classroom the day before i had this dream). Somehow, I finally found the room. After class, I walked out of the classroom with an agonizing pain in my ankle. I was limping. For some reason, I kept wandering around the hallways, looking for something, but not sure what. I walked into what I thought was a bathroom, but it ended up being a colorful children's classroom. There were about 15 sinks lined up and there were children washing their hands. In order to get to a sink, I had to squeeze in between the counter and the wall, so I did, and I washed my hands. Walking into this classroom was an accident. I stayed in the room because the teacher was watching me and I was pretending that I had meant to come in and wash my hands. Afterwards, I left the classroom and began wandering again. The pain in my ankle had gotten even worse in that short span of time. I began crying because the frustration of whatever I was searching for was bothering me, plus the pain in my ankle was making me miserable. So then, suddenly, a huge desk appeared and I was carrying this along with the chair. I started crying even more so, and my ankle started hurting even more. I saw a guy walking around the hallway, he seemed to be the hall monitor. I attempted to walk passed him, lugging the chair and desk and suddenly, my knees gave in and I fell. The chair and desk fell on top of me, but it didn't hurt. My vision was obstructed, that's about it. The hall monitor came close to me and attempted to help me. I started crying hysterically, "No!..I don't want help! No!" trying to push him away. I didn't want it to seem like I was flirting with another guy (i have a boyfriend). Even though I kept saying no, he lied down next to me on the floor and listened to me cry. He kept asking me what was wrong and after a while, I gave in and told him that my ankle was hurting. He felt it and said "Yes. It's stiff," as if I was supposed to know what that meant. He leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled away and told him to stop. He got up and walked away. So, I finally got up and started walking. This time, the pain in my ankle was unbearable and it seemed as if my crying couldn't get any worse. By that time, the hall monitor told my family and my boyfriend I had slept with him (out of revenge of not kissing him). Then, my whole entire family and boyfriend stopped trusting me and no one would help me. I wandered the halls aimlessly looking for people to help me but no one would. Not even my friends or people I knew. I wasn't even sure what I was looking for that I needed help with. Later on in the dream, I finally found my dad and asked if he forgave me, and he did. Everything was ok in the end, but it took forever to find a resolution. I was miserable until I found their forgivness..
Interesting. You are carrying heavy loads around with a pain. Someone who pretends to help you ends up betraying you and then you ask for forgiveness. Does this sound familiar?
Well, I wish I wouldn't have been searching for my dad, hoping he wasn't dead. And I would have liked it if I didn't have to beg for my dad's forgiveness in the dream.
Why did you have to beg for forgiveness? Try changing the ending so you don't have to beg for forgiveness and see what happens. :wink:
Some psychologists try a therapy with their patiants who have frequent nightmares. If a person continually dreams of something chasing them, they instruct the patiant to try and become lucid in the dream (become aware in the dream that they are dreaming) and turn around and face whatever or whomever it is that is chasing them. Most of the time the patient reports back that the thing was a puppy or their loving grandmother wanting to comfort them. Imagine yourself becoming the person that doesn't need to beg for forgiveness. For example, what if you went up to the hall monitor and told him off for lying about you. Then how would the story have ended?
That would have been great. There are people in my life, which I now just realized as I was typing this, that the hall monitor might take after. One of my friends has been lying to me for months about something she doesn't know I know about. So...I've been letting her lie to my face, not responding back, just letting her walk all over me and rub my obliviousness in my face. So, if I were to tell the hall monitor off, I believe people would have respected me for speaking up and putting him in his place. Then, I wouldn't have had to beg for forgiveness in the first place. My dad would have been happy.