The dream this morning was another one of those short one's that always leave me scratching my head. I think what the heck was that about? I have no idea!
So, there is this rich family. They have gone on vacation over this fourth of July weekend. They likely won't be home until the following Monday on the eighth. These folks do not know me. I live across town, but I know them, I have seen them often and think they are pretty swell people. For some mysterious reason I get it in my head to go over to their house to make sure things are alright there. Which sounds absurd to me!
When I reach the house and I see the regular entry door on the garage has a smashed hole just beneath the door knob. It appears the hole was made by someone kicking it out from the inside. It is splintered badly. The keys to the garage and the house, are as well, in the door knob lock. This is perplexing! Was someone locked in? Did the couple forget their keys. This is very weird! I ask myself if I should call the police. I then think how would I explain myself being here? I would be suspected as a would be robber. They might arrest me!
Suddenly, before I can decide what to do, a heavy metal rock band shows up in a black van. There must be about six or seven of them. They pile out and come toward me. One of them is a young Goth female with black hair. The band leader is a short stocky bald man, with a handle bar moustache, he tells me the homeowner has hired him for a concert and they are here to practice outback on his outdoor stage.
I'm in a panic. What do I say? Yes? No? Should I just make a break for it and hope they don't run me down, and beat the crap out me? I decide I'm going to bluff my way out of this situation. I escort them behind the house to the backyard stage and watch as they set up their band equipment. I'm thinking when they start playing and all their friends show up that this could go badly. The place will get trashed and or destroyed. I think to myself, "Oh my God! I need to get out of here!" So I do. I wake up.
What the heck was this all about? I got myself into some deep shit in this dream! Possible breaking and entering, trespassing and vandalism, and who knows what else! Good thing I got out of there. This happens in so many of my dreams. I often don't stick around to face the music (pun intended).
My unconscious mind could be reminding me of all those horrible situations I found myself in over the years that I could not escape from. The horrendous bosses that made my life a misery in the military. These jerks took years off of my life. How I wished I could have woke up from those real life nightmares and been somewhere else more pleasant.
Good dreams are often an escape from mundane reality or super stressful situations. They act like pressure valves in our lives. I start a new job next week. I think it might be, in the back of my mind, playing on my fears. Will it be a situation with an awful boss and no escape exit in sight. God, I hope not! I want to hope for the best and not repeat that old military madness. Lord have mercy on me?
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