Dream

I don't often dream, or maybe I do but don't often remember them.  I always put this down to being a heavy,deep sleeper, oblivious to everything.  The dreams and nightmares you have as a child are remembered.  I think everyone had the dream as a child of falling from far above the clouds, for what seems like an age, falling but not worried about the consequences, for a time at least.  Then the building tension as you keep falling, feeling in control but this feeling slowly changing as you realize that at some point you will hit earth.  In your dream state you try and correct this, as you don't want your dream interrupted by smacking into land.  Then in your dream state, the rising panic as you know you are surely going to hit earth.  A part of you knows it is a dream and you are safe, but another part is not so sure.  You startle awake as it all gets too much and you realize you were dreaming.  It's like you were checking that you were just dreaming and are relieved that it was the case.

Other dreams linger with you, as you are not sure of their meaning, or their meaning changes over time.  I have one such dream.

I had this dream in my early twenties.  I was driving in a car on the way to work, past well known landmarks.  I had another passenger, a female, slightly older on my left hand side. We were extremely comfortable in each other's company, like we were soulmates, I was the happiest most contented human being alive and we were on this journey together.  We were joking and laughing as we weaved in and out of traffic on my way to work in busy peak hour traffic.  On the way, around Neutral bay junction somewhere I stopped on the side of the road, so we could swap sides and let her drive for a while.  She was an attractive blond, familiar and known, but at the same time no one I knew.

I went around to the left hand side of the car to get in and as I got in on my side another woman changed spots with the driver I was getting on so well with and got in and started driving off.  I was looking back behind searching for the other woman and felt a little panicked and perplexed that this happened.  The journey changed and I wasn't as fun and carefree and at ease with this new woman. We drove onto North Sydney and for some reason I got out here and in a short time walking, found myself in an underground tunnel.  It was only lightly illuminated and it felt like there was going to be danger ahead.  I pulled out a glistening steel sword and held it aloft in a warrior pose.  I made my way  down the winding tunnel and was slaying everything in my wake, like this was somehow my destiny.

That was about it really.  At the the time I thought it was one of the most strange dreams I ever had.  Could this dream have been trying to tell me something, I wonder?