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In a recent post I discussed how my dreams usually do not seem to take place at an identifiable time of day. Here is a dream that I had a few days after that post appeared on A Faraway View.
Keep in mind that I had recently attended BlogWorld at the Los Angeles Convention Center. I had also recently taken a trip to Tennessee, where the autumn leaves were falling and I had been thinking about using a leaf blower to round up some of the leaves in my mother's yard. During that trip I had helped my sister move from Phoenix, driving a rental truck with her household goods and staying in motels along the way.
This is what I recall of a dream on Sunday morning November 6, 2011:
Many things happen early on in the dream-- some related to BlogWorld and people I know. At one point I am staying in a motel or apartment complex. I have a room there, but I go to visit an old friend from Tennessee who also has a room at the same place.
Apparently it is getting late and I don't want to return to my room. My friend invites me to stay in his room. I accept the offer but then am concerned when I see there is only one bed. I begin to find a reason to leave.
At this point the man in the room is no longer my old friend, but a guy that I met at BlogWorld. My wife is now with me and there are two rooms with one bed in each. My wife and I go to bed at which point I start to make amorous advances toward her. She says that I should have told her earlier that I wanted to engage in this activity.
I suddenly realize that I've left a briefcase containing a great deal of money in my van that is in the parking lot. I jump out of bed and go outside to find my van.
It is dark outside--a strange gray black charcoal darkness that does not necessarily look like night, but I assume it is since I had previously started to go to bed. As I reach the sidewalk from a walkway which leads to the door of the room, I see to my right in the dim light a man with a leaf blower. He is about fifty feet from where I am and operating the leaf blower.
I go to my left where there are bushes and vegetation along walk. The walkway looks dark and foreboding. As I am walking I fall down to my right onto the grass. As I lay there some unseen thing seems to fall upon me and make me feel trapped so that I cannot extricate myself. I call out "help help", hoping that someone, perhaps the leaf blower man, will hear me and rescue me. No one comes to help. I panic and I begin screaming loudly.
My audible screams wake me up. My wife is startled by my screams and in her concern asks me what is wrong. I am troubled for a while as I reflect upon this dream. In my vexed state I cannot sleep anymore. Since it is nearly time to get up anyway, I go into my writing office and record the dream for this blog post.
I rarely have dreams that upset me to the extent that I wake up screaming or in some state of intense fright. In most cases I calmly awaken from a dream in a reflective state of mind. Nearly every time I have awoken feeling as I did with this dream it is due to a feeling of being trapped or confined to a tight space.
Could the dream be affected by a physical event going on within me? Is there something that I am extremely worried about that is symbolized by the feeling in these dreams? Have you had a dream such as this? Do characters in your dreams sometimes start out as one person and then transform into another?