I Dreamed A Dream
STRESS DREAM WITH WHOLESOME ENDING
I’m running a workshop in a classroom. The classroom is full of my friends and acquaintances from over the years. I’m stressed because first of all I haven’t prepared beforehand, and the PowerPoint presentation I’m using has been replaced by random images of China. I have no script and the images were meant to give me prompts. I get increasingly stressed and struggle through the presentation/workshop. People are talking and I feel it’s not going well. I try explaining myself, how it’s not my fault, I didn’t set up the slides etc.
I press my clicker again and I see another random picture of China. I’m so annoyed that I smash the glass that the images were being projected onto.
I’m surrounded by broken glass and a pool of blood. I see that behind the glass there was a child who had been killed.
I know that at any moment the police or men in white coats may be coming to get me. So I run off down the corridor and through some hallways.
I see a group of 3 men (+1 woman) in white coats who spot me. They ask me to cooperate with them, but I keep running away. One of the men pulls out a metallic syringe and chases me. He injects it into my arm. I keep running and jumping over fences, but time slows down and I loose my sense of balance.
I awake in a misty field. A sort of limbo land. In my hands is a wad of paper. On each sheet is a caricature of a person and information on them below it. Not only was there people on some of these sheets but also abstract concepts explained simply below. Anything that could be learnt could be summed up by one of these pieces of paper.
I notice that I was stood in a 2 by 2 formation with my brother beside me and my parents in the row behind. I was aware that in this realm people spoke truthfully and honestly. The same way the paper sheets clearly laid out the concepts, the people here spoke honestly in response to anything they were asked.
I wandered off through the fields and came to a bench. There I sat with one of my old teachers. I’ve been wondering up to this point where I am? I have the feeling that I’m dead and in a sort of limbo in which everyone I have ever met is also placed. My teacher says that I may be in a coma. I say “Thank god I’m not dead, at least at some point I will wake up”.
“Who says you’ll ever wake up?”
At this point I get very worried. I know I’m dreaming, I know this isn’t real. But it feels real and there’s no sign I’m going to wake up any time soon. I try thinking about where I was before I fell asleep, but my mind can only go back to earlier points in the dream.
Then all of a sudden I get the thought: “How bad is this place really? Everyone I know is here. Anybody I’ve ever cared about. Family, old friends, former friends, new friends, crushes etc. And in addition all the information in the world available in this wad of paper. This only would be hell if I was on my own.”
Having come to that conclusion, I wake up.
I’m running a workshop in a classroom. The classroom is full of my friends and acquaintances from over the years. I’m stressed because first of all I haven’t prepared beforehand, and the PowerPoint presentation I’m using has been replaced by random images of China. I have no script and the images were meant to give me prompts. I get increasingly stressed and struggle through the presentation/workshop. People are talking and I feel it’s not going well. I try explaining myself, how it’s not my fault, I didn’t set up the slides etc.
I press my clicker again and I see another random picture of China. I’m so annoyed that I smash the glass that the images were being projected onto.
I’m surrounded by broken glass and a pool of blood. I see that behind the glass there was a child who had been killed.
I know that at any moment the police or men in white coats may be coming to get me. So I run off down the corridor and through some hallways.
I see a group of 3 men (+1 woman) in white coats who spot me. They ask me to cooperate with them, but I keep running away. One of the men pulls out a metallic syringe and chases me. He injects it into my arm. I keep running and jumping over fences, but time slows down and I loose my sense of balance.
I awake in a misty field. A sort of limbo land. In my hands is a wad of paper. On each sheet is a caricature of a person and information on them below it. Not only was there people on some of these sheets but also abstract concepts explained simply below. Anything that could be learnt could be summed up by one of these pieces of paper.
I notice that I was stood in a 2 by 2 formation with my brother beside me and my parents in the row behind. I was aware that in this realm people spoke truthfully and honestly. The same way the paper sheets clearly laid out the concepts, the people here spoke honestly in response to anything they were asked.
I wandered off through the fields and came to a bench. There I sat with one of my old teachers. I’ve been wondering up to this point where I am? I have the feeling that I’m dead and in a sort of limbo in which everyone I have ever met is also placed. My teacher says that I may be in a coma. I say “Thank god I’m not dead, at least at some point I will wake up”.
“Who says you’ll ever wake up?”
At this point I get very worried. I know I’m dreaming, I know this isn’t real. But it feels real and there’s no sign I’m going to wake up any time soon. I try thinking about where I was before I fell asleep, but my mind can only go back to earlier points in the dream.
Then all of a sudden I get the thought: “How bad is this place really? Everyone I know is here. Anybody I’ve ever cared about. Family, old friends, former friends, new friends, crushes etc. And in addition all the information in the world available in this wad of paper. This only would be hell if I was on my own.”
Having come to that conclusion, I wake up.
22-25, M