It was strange. No, actually it was beyond strange and if there is one thing I have learnt about dream analysis over the years, it is that THOSE are generally the most insightful to your life, if you are able to decipher the symbolism.

As I mentioned (or at least I think I did in the above mentioned post… I have not re-read it lol) I used to practice dream recollection on a daily basis, to a point where my dreams were no longer broken fragments but completely fluid from beginning to end in memory – with each and every single detail intact. I am somewhat out of practice with that habit of daily remembrance, but it is dreams like this that spark that enthusiasm once more…

Sadly, I only have fragments – but even those were exceptionally poignant!

I HAD THE STRANGEST DREAM LAST NIGHT…

The dream itself was somewhat repetitive as far as dreams go… in as much as I spent a very LONG time in one space and location… which I found interesting to begin with.

I was walking in central town. I was headed somewhere with intent – but cannot recall the intent. I walked uphill towards the mountain, out of the busy city centre and into residential domain. There was a house, a corner house. I noticed many youngsters (I was my current age of 38) in and out of the house – they were “partying” – and by partying, I mean trance music and drugs.

I can recall that I walked past the house a few times, each time the scenario slightly different but every time – no matter the environmental change, there was one constant – which was a teenage boy with long, messy dirty blonde hair and the most piercing blue eyes… a “surfer boy” if you will... In one instance as I passed, he was playing the djembe drum outside in the front and I began joining in by beating my hands in harmonic rhythm to his beat, except on my knees… I can remember the fact that I somehow felt like I was on slow motion and was struggling to beat at the speed which I wanted to so it required SO much more effort on my part to accomplish it, which at the end of the day… I was not entirely sure I had achieved.

I was for whatever reason, scared to approach the house – introduce myself or enter it. But eventually I did. I had this internal “urgency” to get closer to that straggly blonde teenager.

When I entered the house, I began to notice how dilapidated it was… as I looked around for him I saw so much emptiness, even though everywhere I looked, there were people dancing. I spotted him at some point and he was sweeping up dirt on the floor, but with a broom which had a really short handle. I asked him why he was doing that rather than enjoying himself and I very quickly realised that he could not answer me because he was, well – so high on drugs that he could barely keep his focus. I was so saddened when I realised this, because I had wanted so much to “meet him”.

I placed my hands gently on his shoulders and tried to entice him in conversation. He asked me in a blurried voice, what my name was and so I responded with “if you could imagine ANY name in the world for me, what would it be?” - he could not muster an answer, but instead placed his glazed focus in an intent filled manner onto a freckle or mole on my face and began trying to scratch it. I stopped him and explained that he could not do that because it hurt me… and asked after if he understood. – He could not answer.

The lights suddenly went out and everything in the room was filled with UV. I became acutely aware of the glowing symbols on everyones t-shirts… and then suddenly so many of the random people dancing around were asking me about mine – I looked down at the shirt which I had been obvlivious of wearing, let alone creating and suddenly saw this multi-coloured UV tree… I got so excited when I saw it, because I remembered creating it and declared such. The straggly, blue eyed teen took his index finger and glided it along the various branches and as he did this, I was once again greatly saddened… and began to cry. He would never truly appreciate our encounter, because he was never actually present.

And that was it. That is all I can remember.

I did not share this for the purpose of analysing it. It still feels a little too close to home to do that, as it woke me in the early hours of the morning leaving me feeling rather uneasy… I am sharing it for the simple reason of recalling it once more - oh, and apologies in advance for any typos... not really in the mood to be "perfect" lol ;)