Last night’s dream started off at a small pool. I was with my friends from high school, as well as my mother and brother. We were laughing and joking around, enjoying our time in the pool. There was something…off about the scene. There were awkward pauses between their dialogue and their movements seemed predetermined. I became more aware that what was happening around me was fake. The sky looked too blue, the grass a flat green color. I was trying to find a way to say something, to see if anyone had noticed the strangeness of the world around us. I tried to say something, but the words failed when I opened my mouth. Everyone stared at me expectantly, like I was supposed to say something.
“Cut!” a voice called from nowhere.
I turn around to see that the world behind me was the old theatre that I used to perform in as a kid. The rows of seats were empty, except the one in the back where my youth theater director sat.
“You forgot your line,” my friend (K) whispered in annoyance. I was so shocked learning that I was on stage that I didn’t know how to react. How could I forget that I was performing on stage?
“Your line is: ‘Do you see that?’ Don’t forget it, E!” my brother scolded. I was embarrassed and nodded.
“Just don’t forget that line…Now it’s time to perform!” my director said. The lights in the theatre dimmed down. Everyone moved to their starting place, I stood in an open gap, hoping that I was in the right place. I couldn’t remember a single line that I had, where to go, or even what play we were acting. I could see the theater flooding with people in the darkness.
The lights came on with a musical cue. Everyone around me started dancing in synchronization, while I tried to keep to the back, so the audience couldn’t see that I didn’t know the dance or song.
The play continued, but no matter how hard I tried to pay attention, I couldn’t focus on what was happening. The other actor’s words seemed fuzzy and muffled. I just nodded to their words, trying to convey a reaction to their intelligible lines. I was stationed behind a large paper mache rock, my brother was holding a script out for me to look at out of view from the audience, but the writing was garbled and foreign. The longer the pay went on, the more frustrated I became.
Finally, angered and confused. I shouted “STOP!”
Then I woke up.
Dream Score: 4/10. This seems like a typical stress dream. If I were to do a dream analysis, it would tell me that I have issues between my inner self and how I portray myself. The pool represents my inner feelings (water = emotions) and the rock is the block that I put between myself and the world. Gee, this isn’t very interesting; nearly everyone has dreams like this.
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