Dream On
This morning I woke up with a dream still fresh in my mind.
John and I were in what appeared to be a foreign country. It was evening time and we were taking a walk around the town that we were visiting. It wasn’t yet quite dark and the only others out and about were a few shady looking characters who made me feel a little nervous. An old guy we bumped into went out of his way to give us some friendly advise about not going to certain areas because they weren’t safe. Then he just disappeared.
I remember we started walking fast and then running because we were trying to keep our distance between ourselves and the shady looking bunch that appeared to be following on behind us. We were running uphill, street after street with rows of houses. Every time we got to the top of one street a building would block the route ahead of us so we would have to take a longer way around to get to the next street. This was happening time after time and we were shattered pushing each other on when either of us wanted to rest. It was like a workout. This went on for what seemed like ages with the permanent threat of being caught up by those following. Eventually we came across a bar and decided to go inside for a drink so that we might find people to socialise with who were friendly. The bar was empty apart from a few people dotted about the place. Inside the decor was modern but the people there spoke what sounded like an ancient language. At times I think I could understand what they were saying. We sat at the bar and John ordered drinks for us both. There was a barman and a couple of young ladies serving drinks and the barman chatted to us and enquired about what we were doing in that country and particular place. We appreciated his interest. When I looked around at the others in the bar I noticed a strange thing. Everybody was paired off with another which in itself didn’t seem strange but each pair of people consisted of one black person and one white person.
It was a very quiet place and in some ways the atmosphere reflected that of the streets we had followed to find this place. For some reason I felt less uncomfortable in this bar though.
A man sitting next to me at the bar also asked us why we had come to that country and to this particular bar and enquired if we weren’t missing home. I wasn’t feeling totally chilled there but I didn’t realise that I was missing home until he mentioned it. That feeling disappeared though and we carried on drinking and chatting with everybody there. Then I woke up.
The subconscious is an amazing thing and today I felt encouraged to find out about dreams and analysing them. I came across these links initially.
