Interpret my dream, please. Not sure what to make from this one!
I was buck naked, standing in the glowing light of an opened refrigerator door in the middle of the night. I looked down and saw that there were weird blotches of blue goo hardened (but still sticky) to the top of my feet. Unable to wipe them off with a wet paper towel, I decided to go shower.
I walked into my bathroom and suddenly I wasn’t naked. Instead I was layered with so many layers I could barely walk. Shirts, sweatshirts, parka, wrapped in a blanket. My bottom half was just as equally layered. I felt like a giant waddling marshmallow.
With great effort I bent over to see my bare feet still had the blue goo hardened to them, only there was considerably more of it, and it began spreading in front of my eyes until it reached the floor where it fastened me hard and fast like it was super glue.
I began to panic as I attempted to move, but my feet wouldn’t budge. I counted down and tried to rip myself free. That didn’t work. I couldn’t reach the faucet. I couldn’t reach the tub. I was getting hot, and the layers weren’t helping the situation, so I began removing all of them I could.
I started a pile of clothing in the entryway next to me as I shed the layers, and it grew and grew, yet no matter how much it grew I didn’t seem to be getting any closer to shirtless. There was a never-ending multi-layer of shirts and sweatshirts that I couldn’t peel off.
Eventually the pile next to me was so high it blocked most of the entryway to the bathroom and came about as high as my nose.
“Dude you okay in there?” It was the voice of my next-door-neighbor from five homes ago; I barely knew this guy, and it was totally normal for him to show up right then for some reason.
I desperately told him of my situation and he told me he knew what to do and he’d be right back. He disappeared for what seemed like forever. In the interim, one foot suddenly came loose. I kicked against the wall to try and free the other foot, but the free foot fastened to the wall and now I was standing in a most awkward position.
I felt a cool breeze across my chest and looked down. I was topless again. I just had a bazillion layers of different kinds of pants on, now.
“You have to drink this,” my neighbor said when he finally showed up again. A hand appeared above the laundry holding a teacup. “Take it.”
I reached but couldn’t get it. “TAKE IT!” he yelled angrily this time. And when he did, I suddenly knew that he was there with bad intentions. I knew I couldn’t drink whatever was in that cup.
“What are you doing here?” I asked. He got real quiet. “Hey, what are you doing here? Did you do all this with this blue crap and this laundry? What are you doing?!” He stayed real quiet.
Then I heard whimpering from the other side of the giant laundry pile. “I’m sorry,” he finally said. “I think it’s pretty obvious I did. But if I didn’t, you would have done something you really regretted.” He then started full-on sobbing. “I… just… wanted… to… help… you,” he said.
I really felt for him in that moment. And I believed him. But then I remembered the cup. “What’s in the cup?” Again, silence.
“Just drink it.”
I shook my head. “I’m not just gonna drink it because you tell me to.”
That’s when he got mad. So angry. With one hand holding the teacup in the air, he began ferociously trying to get over the mountain of laundry. He wanted to get me. His eyes filled me with dread. It took him some time to get over and then he plopped onto the side where I was stuck. Out of breath, he sat against the pile of laundry for a bit panting.
And then, with teacup holding arm outstretched, he lunged at me.
That’s when I woke up. And this dream has been bugging me all day. Hahaha. So what would you take from it?
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing