Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Dream: Bright Smile

05/07/10

I don’t remember how the dream started. It was the Eliathah crew again. We went many different places. I remember being in some kind of office, in a house, a big one, in a warehouse or something and on the beach. It seems like all of us were taking part in duties similar to those of my job. The house we were in seems very familiar. It reminds me a bit of the house the Andersons went to in New York from the porch and the inside reminds me of their house. While in the house, at one point I was there with Chad, Bryan and a few others I can’t remember. I was wondering where Lifa was. I don’t recall if it was in response to Yanna walking in and I don’t remember which event came first. Chad noticed me looking around and asked me about it. Bryan made some comment along the lines of me going after one of his sisters. Chad said “Oh really, and asked which one. I jokingly said who knows, implying that it could be Yanna and I think a bunch of them, including Chad, believed the joke, but I just left it alone. In the warehouse, I remember that we all were being trained on how to construct some piece of equipment. I think it was a scanner but it was extra large and had some metal, diagonal piece going across the top which made it look like a guillotine. Throughout the dream, Lifa looked very serious. Usually this would deter me from messing with her but I couldn’t resist the urge. And so I started joking with her, poking her every now and then, etc. Each time I messed with her, she would immediately put on the brightest smile, she looked so beautiful, my whole body went weak. Right before I woke up, we went to the beach. I remember we were in the house and it seems like the house was right in front of the beach. I remember going down the stairs and going through the large glass doors at the back of the house. There was a stretch of grass between the beach and the house, peppered with many boulders ranging from about 3 feet tall to a bit larger than a delivery truck. The grassy part sloped steeply down towards the beach and the rocks served as stairs, or a ladder. I also remember seeing Lifa and Ashleigh on the staircase that I used; only it was by the boulders, outside and alone, leading to nothing but air. Lifa and Ashleigh were together for that whole scene and possibly the whole dream. A number of times during that last scene, I would remember I left something in the house or had to put something in the house. I would always run into them when I went back. I started hearing rumors about me and Ashleigh which made me wonder why everyone found it so difficult to believe that I liked Lifa. On the last encounter with them, Lifa asked me why I kept coming back to them, jokingly asking if I was stalking her. I don’t remember my response but I know we started a little conversation and she once again donned that bright smile. She was sitting on a boulder a bit taller than me and she was wearing a grey dress. She still had the bangs and her short hair was blowing in the wind, partly covering her face. I could see the grey clouds moving behind her as I looked up from where I was standing in front of the base of the boulder. That’s where I was when I woke up. The whole dream was dark, all the walls were dark brown and the lights were yellow. The house appeared light grey at the end of the dream, however, from where I was standing on the beach. I’m starting to think that the dark brown and yellow represent my dark mood. For most of the dream I was feeling depressed and so was Lifa. But whenever we talked, we both would brighten up. The walls seemed less dark, white light shone through the windows, etc. And in the end when we were together, the house completely lost its dark brown color. It bears similarities with The Approach. That dream started out dark brown with my depressed mood and after I talked with Lifa, my mood lifted and I was taken to the all white room with the sun shining through the windows. But it bothers me that I can never remember my conversations with Lifa.

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