Esmerelda Weatherwax wrote:
Just last night, this one.
I dreamed that I was on some kind of business campus, very pretty landscaping, lush grass, flowers, big shade trees - very posh buildings - lots of marble and brass inside &C. I was watching a steady stream of frightened people, pets, and even wildlife pouring into one of the largest, nicest buildings - everyone and every creature was afraid, and that was obvious, but nobody and no creature was pushing or shoving or hurting anyone else. But there was a terrible urgency - get in, get in quickly, hurry.
I was one of the last inside. The building structure was completely baffling, it seemed to be all stairways and catwalks and tiny landings and tinier rooms, no rhyme or reason. The entrance doors were locked and heavily barred to keep The Monster out (in the dream, everyone knew there was A Monster). Once inside, I could find no food, no water, no furniture suitable for sitting on (never mind sleeping); everyone seemed to have vanished. A stranger offered to show me the way to the lavatory so I could wash my face &C, but the room had no facilities, and my guide disappeared the moment I stepped inside. I came back out immediately and there was nobody. I'd seen my cats go into the building, along with a couple of squirrels and a pet fawn, but try as I might, I couldn't find them. At some point, the possessions I'd had with me (purse, wallet, checkbook, credit cards) simply vanished, and I suddenly realized that I now had neither finances nor any proof of my identity.
I woke up feeling saddened to the core. Got up, made a cup of tea, realized that this was an extended metaphor for what I see as the current state of civilization here - everyone relying for protection on something that looks wonderful, and turns out to be an empty, nonfunctional labyrinth, once you really need it (laws, legal and ethical structures, financial standards, social norms and expectations). Every sane human being vanishing like mist.
It was very sobering, and I spent a lot of time hugging my cats as I made sure that I still had my wallet, checkbook and credit cards. It had felt like an imminent threat, in some metaphysical sense.
Holy moley. The worst thing is that when I have this kind of existential angst dream, it usually recurs. I'm not looking forward to replays or extensions of this.
Could this dream have been triggered by the panic in Hawaii?
Was your dream before or after the missile warning (This Is Not A Drill)?
A missile would have rearranged buildings, people - no more value to credit cards etc.
Just a thought.