Hidden statues, living in ruins

Date: 4/17/2018

I’m about 8 years old in this dream, and I have a younger brother who is probably 5 or 6. Our whole family lives in these ruins from Ancient Greece or Rome. The part we live in is all nice and renovated, but the rest is this big tourist spot. Out back, there are these huge stone alcove things that each have statues in them. People come everyday to look at them, and we’re basically the caretakers of the “museum”. There are also all kinds of archeologist/scientist people who are always wanting to dig to find the rest of the statues because it’s common knowledge that there are lots more buried beneath the stone slabs of the floor, but this other historical organization won’t let them because they’d be disturbing what is already there. Anyway, visitor numbers have apparently been dropping lately, because my mom has hatched this whole plan of how we are going to dig up the other statues and then our museum will be popular again. In the middle of the night we all head out to the stone alcoves and move the big manhole cover looking things that are in front of each statue. Beneath them are deep dark holes that seem to go forever. We all start pulling on ropes to pull up the statues far below. We uncover statues of Greek and Roman gods and goddesses, and only a few are damaged. There’s also pieces of Stonehenge, and randomly one of Lady Loki. My mom shows me this internet blog she created, posing as some archeologist which she is using to make it look like someone else did it so that we won’t get in trouble. In the morning, everyone is there, and the media is going crazy. Occasionally, scientists will sneak in and unearth partial statues, or occasionally one or two—but now, overnight, there are six! Everything is in chaos, the world can’t believe it. Investigators are there and of course they’re questioning us about if we saw or heard anything during the night. I was told not to say anything so I kept my mouth shut even though I felt like it was wrong. My mom then points them to the fake blog claiming she’d just ran across it and I’m like “no what are you doing you’re going to draw so much suspicion on us!” The investigators jump on the lead, but they’re skeptical, finding it odd that it’s an anonymous blog and it only appears once, there’s no other blogs to support it and that it seems like it was planted there to frame someone. It isn’t long until they connect the dots and figure out that it was our family who uncovered the missing statues. The handcuffs come out and they’re getting ready to arrest us. I’m crying, telling them I didn’t want to do it in the first place, that it wasn’t my fault. They tell me it doesn’t matter, that I still helped. They reach to restrain me but then there’s this glowing around me and it lifts me up towards the sky. We can hear this voice, and it’s the voice of my grandfather (who was basically just Grunkle Stan). There a whispy cloud that forms into his face and it’s like a piece of his spirit I guess that he’d left as his will or whatever. He tells us that he foresaw that all of this would happen and that they could not blame this on me, that I’m just a kid and that none of it was my fault. He states that as part of his will he has inherited to me some magical powers that allow me to fly and ensure that I can never be wrongfully accused/imprisoned. I keep floating higher, I then I can feel the energy in me and surrounding me so I flatten out on my stomach and fly around, up above the trees which are all changing color and super vibrant. I was somewhat lucid at this point because I realized it was a dream, however I did absolutely nothing about it which is dumb. I focused really hard on taking in every detail so that the dream would be more and more vivid. I could see clear to the veins in the leaves and the grain of the wood and everything was just so vivid and beautiful and I never wanted it to stop. It felt so amazing to fly and I never wanted to land.

AI generated interpretation This dream may be interpreted as a metaphor for your journey to adulthood. The ruins represent a transition from childhood to adulthood and the statues are symbols of the values you are learning as you grow. Your family represents the support structure that guides you on this journey. The archeologist and scientists represent the knowledge and resources you are gaining to help you make decisions. The blog your mother created shows your willingness to take risks and find creative solutions to problems. The voice of your grandfather symbolizes a higher power or wisdom that is guiding you and protecting you from negative consequences. Finally, the act of flying is symbolic of your freedom and power to make your own choices and build a future of your own design.