Help me interpret this dream >>>
I was looking around my drive today, and I found this textfile that I had nearly forgotten. It contains a narrative of the only prophetic dream that I've ever had that I've managed to record. It's unedited since they day I typed it, and portions of it are missing (one rarely remembers dreams in great detail) but it still has a great effect on me.
I'm no psychologist, and though I can interpret some meaning into this thing, I would appreciate second opinions. Please read the dream below, and give me your thoughts on it.
Beware, it was written early in the morning, and it may not seem very coherant(sp?), but I didn't want to edit it, as edits may affect the meaning.
Dream had on May 13th, 2000. Awoke 7:30
I drempt that I went to a whorehouse. Not your sterotypical Texas burlesque house, the kind you see in movies, but a place where fulfilling fantasies was made as mundane as going to the dentist. I knew where I was, and thought I had the same purpose in mind as all the other patrons before me. The brothel was very clean, and professional, like a doctor's office, complete with a large waiting room, with a ring of chairs along the perimeter of the waiting room, and an wooden island filled with plants in the center, also ringed with chairs. The was clean carpet, potted plants, and clean white walls. Besides me, there were few other patrons at this time.
There were several receptionists, and I walked up to one, wondering what it would take to get inside. She looked up at me, and simply waved me in, but she, and the other receptionists were stopping all other men who wanted to enter, and grilling them with questions. I walked forward into a long hall, which even though it looked like I could walk down it forever, I thought there were a finite amount of women I could visit. Down the hall, in equal intervals were plain white doors, each with a number, that lead to rooms of varying sizes. These rooms each had different themes, and contained one, two, or several women. There were a scarce number of other patrons walking with a purpose down the hall.
As I walked into the first room that caought my attention, I was surprised to see a girl that I had known in my life. To think that she had lowered herself to being a mere whore did not shock me in the dream, but more interested me. She seemingly didn't recognise me, and began to give me a "sales pitch" [term used to describe how the girl inticed patrons]; well rehersed and developed, but not tired and old. She seemed as if she enjoyed what she did, and was open to anything I wanted to do. Sex being the furtherest thing from my mind, I asked her why she was there, and she <DIALOG FORGOTTEN, NOTHING LOGICAL>. We talked for quite some time, and I held her a while, then left to continue down the hall <MOTIVE FORGOTTEN>.
As I continued walking, I soon noticed that all the rooms contained women whom I had met during my life. I often stoped to greet them, wether they were engaged in business transactions or no (the girls didn't seem to mind me; in fact they were happy to see me) and I also stopped in to talk to many women on my way down the hall, talking to them about small things, and always asking why they were in a Whorehouse. None could seem to answer me. Seldomly, when I stopped into a room, my conversation with a girl would become passionate, but our passion would only be innocent, perhaps what might be called "petting".
One girl from my life that I met in the dream truely shocked and angered me; not by anything see did (she was quite pleasent and receptive) but by the fact that she was a whore, and truely acted the part. In real life, this was a girl that I had had a deep crush on, and had a long lasting friendship with. Though she must have known of my feelings, she never shared them, or mentioned them. Consciencely, I thought I had no hard feelings towards her, but over time, my crush on her slowly eroded the friendship, and being in the same place together grew uncomfortable. The room that she was in didn't seem like a room at all, but a beautifly garden before a beach; the sky set in an enternal sunset. The scene was breathtaking. Like as with all the others, I asked why she was here, and as with all the others, she gave me no logical reply. She took my hand, and seemed to have a great interest in me. We walked down the beach and talked about events from out life with a detatchment that one might have when talking about a movie one had seen the prior week. Secrets were revealed, and with the honesty and openess between us, I managed to get a real insight into her that I've never had before. We kissed, danced, held each other in the light of the everlasting sunset, and I thought that my love was finally being returned from this woman.
I asked her to come with me, saying that no one would stop us from leaving, and that she need not degrade herself by working at this place. She laughed softly, almost patronizingly, as if I didn't understand some simply point. <DIALOG FORGOTTEN> "Besides," She said, "I have an appointment for 3:30" As if on cue, a doorbell rang, and she answered the door to find 3 men, all about 30-35 with sadistic grins on their faces with the sight of this teenage girl. It was plain to see that these men had no ideas on their mind about walks on the beach, or gazing into the sunset; they wanted to ****, gangbang style. I was dumbfounded; this girl, whom I had thought so innocent in my lifetime, was about to re-inact some forgotten scene from a cheap porno, and had the same beautiful full smile on her face as when she had greeted me. The girl whom I had loved, showed them the same attention and interest, and gave them the same pre-rehearsed speech that had seemed to real and sincere to me. I felt as if I was about to be sick, and staggered towards the door. The men surrounded her, paused to laugh pervertedly at some joke one had made, but continued to advance. She looked at me, her eyes full of life, smiled, and shrugged. I left, closing the door behind me.
Quite dumbfound by what had just happened, I wandered down the hall, any motives lost. I entered a small room in which there was a girl from my school. From my real memories, she is quiet, pleasent, smart, and a nice person. She seem sort of uncertain about the business in which she was. The theme of the room was the "office girl fantasy". She gave me her "sales pitch", and I interupted her, asking her why she was here. She seemed nervous, and tried to pick up where I interupted, not like a robot; unable to say anything else, but more like a person who had been distracted while reciting a poem. She finished her speech, as looked at me for a response. I looked back at her, silent. She asked me <DIALOG UNCERTAIN: Something about if I wanted to have sex or not>, "I'd much rather have a meaningful relationship with you.", I replied softly.
I heard a commotion outside, and walked out of the room to see some whores gathered around a girl who had a very large black eye, and was crying. She said someone had hit her when she said she couldn't "do it". It appeared to me as if she was new. I ran towards the waiting room, glancing in open doors as I passed, to the smiling faces of women from my life, some engaged in sexual acts. As I reached the waiting room, looking for the purpotrator of the assault, I was surprised to find it filled with men, where before it was nearly empty, all of whom I knew, or at least remembered vaguely. Some were brothers, fathers, teachers, or other close relations to the girls inside. The room was packed, standing room only, with men milled about, discussing their favorite whores, filling out application forms, and other mundane activities. (One noticable man was my chemistry teacher, who was complaining about the how hard the application form was to fill out; most likely my minds feeble attempt at comic relief for the test in his class I had written the previous week). The sadistic laughter that would break out occasionally, and the sickening smiles on all the mens faces told of their motives. I demanded to know who had assaulted the young girl, but was ignored. I asked again, placing enough power in my voice so that it drowned out the hubbub. The room fell silent, men looking to each other. I got the feeling as if they were going to ask me to 'narrow it down a little, theres too many'. This gave me with such a feeling of rage, that while I was in the dream, I wanted to kill every man in the room. I knew that if I tried, I could, but I didn't, because of some little social detail that I had never understood.
I then awoke with such a feeling of rage that I was temped to punch through a wall. This soon faded. I then realised that dreams are soon forgotten after waking. This made me feel guiltly, and I felt it important to sit down for the hour it took to write this document. I still feel guilty.
If you need any clarification, please ask
Sounds like you've had some busted relationships and you think all women are whores for some reason. If your looking for something permanent don't rush it. Enjoy life until you are sure your ready to settle down. You'll know the right woman when the time is right. That's JMHO.
Our minds do some weird things when we are in sleep. I have had some that are quite strange.
I would not try to interpret it at all, unless you believe in that sort of thing. How do you define this dream as prophetic? I have always thought that prophetic somehow means a revelation of future events.
Anyway, good luck trying to figure it all out.
[This message has been edited by mgordon99 (edited 06-11-2000).]
I guess prophetic isn't the best word to use there, although it doesn't always have to do with the future.
I figured my subconscious mind was trying to tell me something.
This dream seems very important to me.
Check your e-mail.
Hey Dominus: Sounds like the "one that got away" really has a hold on your subconcious.
I can relate, cause for years when I was younger had a nagging dream which always related to the girl I thought I let get away and lived in remorse til I grew out of it. Might be a good thing to hit the "Delete" button on this one. IMHO....
I would venture to say that as you look at women for a relationship (friendship or otherwise) that you find out after a period of time that the person you have met is different than what you were led to believe, either by her or yourself. Perhaps this is bad luck, or perhaps expectations are not met. Once you really think you've finally met the right one, the same thing happens. I think everything after leaving your friend when the 3 guys enter is random, or the realization that everyone may have a flaw. Either a flaw that you think is a flaw, or that someone else may think is a flaw, but none-the-less, a negative aspect. A way to send a message to yourself to realize that nobody is perfect.
Well, how did I do?
Medo, I never did get your reply in my e-mail.
Could you send it to email@example.com ? I think my other address is malfunctioning.
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