People have always thought that reality was the real world; the world we can touch and see. In all reality (pun not intended), reality is what you make it. The majority of people say that dreams are not reality. If you think about it though, aren't dreams reality? Even if it’s done inside of the mind, you go to a place and have memories of it. I have memories of me as a child that I’m not sure if they were in the physical world or in a dream, and I know that I’m not the only one.
People don’t realize how realistic and meaningful a dream can be.
Let’s take a look at one of my dreams and I’ll go over what I believe it means and / or symbolizes.
My dad brings me to a doctor’s office and informs me that I need surgery on my spine, but he would rather it be done on my upper spine than my lower. I’m thinking, “Are you crazy? I would much rather have surgery on my lower spine, but I don’t need surgery in the first place!”
The doctors take me back and the room doesn’t have the hospital look that you would expect. There’s a table in front of me, kind of. It’s made of two wooden planks, and is skinnier than me but also longer. There are six or seven nails in the table. They tell me to lay down on the nails. I try, but fail multiple times. Eventually, they take me off the table and nail my hands and feet down to a chair. I keep getting up, causing me to fall several times. This is my sad attempt of escape. They nail me back down each time, causing me to have nails in my arms and thighs as well. By this point I’m lying on the floor, still nailed to the chair. There is a line of people in front of me: three female and one male. A much older woman comes over to me and laughs at me while pulling the nails from my body.
I wake up from the dream, only to be in another dream. This time I’m in what seems to be a house, standing at a bar. One of the girls from the previous dream is there. I tell her what happened, but not freaking out about it. Although, I’m definitely not acting normal either. She asks if it was a group that I know, with a grin on her face. I instantly say no and take a seat. She knows the truth. Other people begin to show appear. A sister of one of the girls in the doctor’s office shows up, along with another girl and two guys who were not in the room before. The one who was conversing with me looks at the two boys and asks if it was either of them. I say no, and she gets this confused yet curious look on her face that fades into black as I wake up.
First of all, we have to understand that my dad wasn’t actually my father. He was a symbol of someone else: someone much darker. They took the form of my dad so that they would easily gain my trust. Imagine if your parents asked you to do something insane compared to someone you don’t know. Who are you more likely to listen to?
The spine surgery stemmed off of a memory for me. I’ve had several spinal taps done in the past, so it wouldn’t be unknown for the topic to come up. It made the dream more realistic.
To get down to the majority of the dream, it’s helpful to know that the people who were in both rooms are my distant friends. If we look at how the girl looks at me curiously, we begin to understand that the dream wasn’t caused by her, buy by something else. My best guess is that the darker side was trying to get to me, but it gave me a better warning than they could have imagined. Instead of taking the torture as a nightmare, I need to take it as a wake-up call. To be on watch in real life for something to happen.
