Had a dream last night where I was either living in or visiting some sort of southern US not-quite-marshland with some big fancy house and lots of weeping willows. It was sort of sunsety, dusk. There was a river or maybe a lake I was looking out upon, and someone explained to me about one tree nearby that some woman hung herself there ages ago, and I remember looking at the rope that was left hanging there and wondering if she felt the view of the water was as peaceful as I did.
I walked around as a lot of the land seemed almost like a park, with benches and all. Talked to a few people I somehow seemed to know about some job I used to have I guess, and then after it got dark we went inside the house. This is where things get a bit fuzzy until the explosions start happening.
At first we just think they’re fireworks, but soon enough it’s quite evident that they’re bombs dropping. My first thought is nukes but it wouldn’t make sense with how close they seem to be and how many, but then it didn’t make sense that the building we were in could withstand them to begin with, so who knows. All I know is we all took cover and waited til morning to go out and see there was pretty much just endless wasteland now. And I guess that’s where my dream ended.
Usually my dreams end up really weird, to the point where I’m not even sure I’d call some nightmares or not, but this is one of few where it felt like there was an immediate danger, which is kind of odd in itself for me.
I try to decipher them and often do try and see what some common meanings there are believed to be, however I do take those with a grain of salt. Ultimately I believe it’s just regurgitating information, especially stuff gone unprocessed by the subconscious, though I don’t think that means meaning can’t be derived from them altogether.
For this one in particular, I definitely equate the explosion to both watching a lot of Fallout videos recently and the Megaton nuke being quite memorable, and my last 4th of July here in New Mexico being way louder with illegal fireworks everywhere compared to back in New England.
Some of the visuals themselves with the hazy sunset and setting, probably being disturbed watching someone on YouTube play this’Mothered’ horror game with such a surreal aesthetic. Everything else, well, probably me thinking a lot about what I’m doing with my life and career and whether I really want to be out here or move somewhere back on the east coast. It’s a bit heavy for here, but I used to have some suicidal tendencies, thankfully not for many years now, but I think that’s part of why it was in this dream.