The first part that I can remember seems
unrelated to the rest, but I will put it here for completeness.
I was in a college building and late for
my first class of the day (being tardy and delinquent in my college courses is
a recurring theme in my dreams). I contemplated not going at all since I had
missed several classes already and was behind. But, I decided at the last
minute to go, and arrived just as the professor was beginning his lecture.
The prof started by reviewing the
results of a semi-final exam that I had missed. He kept looking at me in a way
that expressed personal disappointment in my performance. Then he proceeded to
lecture on some form of highly symbolic Boolean-like mathematics, writing
complex characters on the chalkboard that I did not understand.
I quickly realized there was no point in
my being there if I couldn’t understand what the professor was talking about, so
I left.
I next found myself in the school cafeteria,
much more reminiscent of high school than college. I was looking for someplace
to sleep, but all the good spots were occupied by other people already sleeping
(lying down on sofas and such under blankets).
I was trying to avoid a witch who was
going around asking questions about some drawing she had. But, I could not
avoid her and she approached me and showed me the drawing.
I was surprised to recognize the drawing
as one that I myself had drawn, in pencil, a long time ago (though I recognized
the drawing in the dream, upon awakening I have no recollection of having ever
drawn anything like it). It was a drawing of a heavy magical wooden door, with
ornate symbols carved into it and large wrought iron hinges and latch. In the
center was a circle that contained some image in the center that at first I
could make out. I told the witch that I not only recognized the drawing but
that I was in fact the one who had drawn it.
She suddenly became very excited, and
asked me where I had seen the door before, and what did I know about it. I told
her that I had copied it from a book. She then directed my attention to a
nearby wall, in which the very door I had drawn magically appeared. I stepped forward
for a closer look, and then remembered that when I originally drew the door I
could not make out the image inside the circle in the center of the door. But
now I could see that it was the image of a snarling demonlike dog.
The witch demanded that I tell her how
to open the door, which she called “the door of death”. I refused to tell her,
and so she threatened me by telling me if I did not tell her how to open the
door then the demon-dog depicted on it would be my fate (presumably when I
died). I called her a liar, and pointed out that I could befriend and hence not
fear any dog (it seemed we both understand that demons needed to be feared to
have any power to torment).
The witch became angry at my defiance
and threatened then to use her magic on me. She tried to strike me with
something in her hand (a wand?) but I grabbed her. At first I only wanted to
stop her from using her magic on me, but I quickly realized that stopping her
now would not stop her later; I had to kill her in order to rid myself of her
threat.
So, I essentially flung her around by
her robes and slammed her head first into the ground. She shattered into shards
of mirrored glass that scatted everywhere at my feet. She was clearly defeated
and dead.
I began to clean up the mess I had made
(by killing the witch) which had become a bunch of goo mixed with glass on the
ground. Then a couple of popular high school jocks came over and told me that
they were very impressed by the way I so calmly and confidently dealt with the
witch, and they wanted me to join their “team” (and hence be accepted by the “popular”
crowd). I accepted their invitation and agreed to meet them shortly at a
popular bar where the popular crowd hung out.
I stopped cleaning up the mess I had
made, leaving it for the “dweebs” to clean up, and headed for the bar with my
new friends. Then I woke up.
The one thing that disturbs me the most
about this dream is the way I accepted the offer of acceptance from the “popular
crowd”. In real life I have received such offers (as an adult) and have turned
them down as politely but adamantly as I could. I detest such superficial
social status, and would rather be spit upon than a part of it. So why in this
dream did I accept an offer that in reality would make me gag?
Who knows, maybe this dream reflects a
less mature me, or perhaps is some haunting echo of my high school years, when
being “popular” seemed so desirable. Whatever it was, it was.
[J.D. 5-26-2014]
