I went to a party at someones penthouse. But it wasn't fancy. It was like an old building in a country like Spain. They were sitting on fabric chairs at a roof top around an umbrella-covered tables. There was no room at the only table for me. So I brought another chair and joined them. But the next scene was in the kitchen, where the others were. I think my sister was there. My husband could've been there too. We didn't know the host. But she knew us. She had a photo of my sister and me from years ago, when we attended the mega church.
Not sure if it was the same dream or not, but the guests and I ended up in a prison--a nice prison. We had beds, a kitchen, showers, etc. But we had no food. We'd been eating off my picnic basket which for some reason had some food in it.
The morning we were supposed to go home, a machine gun was discharged to wake us up early in the morning. All of a sudden, I had a handgun, and decided to shoot it, to scare whoever was outside, it seems.
That caused absolute silence, and then I was scared. I thought my shot would case them to kill us all. And I woke up.
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After going to that website, I am thinking of how I felt inside that apartment. It was small and asphyxiating. It felt as if I couldn't ignore the people that were there. They were right on my face. I can't stand that. Maybe small spaces bring up some sort of claustrophobia. I truly don't like being with people in a small space, or having them too close to me. My chest hurts just to think about it.
There is also rejection involved. The table of eight was full, and nobody even acknowledged me. The story of my life. I seem to be invisible.
after reading about your dream and your comment here, i agree your dream seems to have to do with your feelings about other people.
you mentioned recently that since you lost your faith you don't leave the house much, and part of returning to the workforce is making you face your feelings about society, people, facing people, making friends, etc. i think "parties" in dreams can represent that, how we feel about the social world. and the location in dreams, i like the idea that the location represents yourself. the penthouse is the top floor (you spend a lot of time thinking and engaging with the mind and ideas), but it's a relaxed, comfortable atmosphere, as i assume you are like this, not stuffy and rigid :) and maybe the host is you? but a part of you you don't recognize? some part that is reminding you of your past, of a former you (the photo of you and your sister).
maybe the prison is a reflection of your past, and how people in your life have made you feel imprisoned? and that people fed off of you, used your resources for themselves (the picnic basket)? maybe you're worried about interacting with people again, and that it might make you feel like you're supposed to sacrifice something of yours.
or maybe in a more positive light, that even in the imprisoned setting, when you have faced emotional confinement and repression in your life, that you still had your own basket of food that not only you, but the people you cared about could draw from.
i definitely think it's a good indication that you have that food basket :)
and your gun, wow, my first instinct here is that this is your voice. it made a loud sound. and you shot it to scare the offender outside. and it caused silence. very powerful.
i didn't look at the curious dreamer this time, these were just my instincts.
MMM,
I really like your insights on that weird dream.
This is very inspiring,
even in the imprisoned setting, when you have faced emotional confinement and repression in your life, that you still had your own basket of food that not only you, but the people you cared about could draw from. --
Thank you so much!
oh yay~ i'm glad you liked it :)
i definitely think that food basket is a good sign about your psyche~
I feel that the penthouse represents a church that you were invited to, where you were basically ignored.
The church was like a prison, it restricted who you really were from expressing herself. It was not unpleasant, but a prison, nevertheless.
In the morning, when you awoke, a rude awakening, i.e. you finally realized the falsity of religion, you blasted at them to keep their machine guns from hurting you.
Then you had irrational feelings of guilt, brought forth by your many years of childhood Christian indoctrination.
Just my own wacky interpretation of your dream. = )
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