Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/6/2024
By Purple
The dream started out where I was in Mitzi’s company. Josephine was around as well. I was talking about getting together with some friends and we were to go camping together at a music festival. I loaned money for someone to go as well as paying for my own admission and asked her to keep that to herself. I didn’t want public acknowledgment. I don’t know who that friend was, but she was from the greater circle of pre-teen friends from around the block. The four of us got to campgrounds by car. I don’t know who the other two were, either. Maybe one of them was Rosie. We went our separate ways for some reason, before unpacking. I saw people set up their goods to sell. There was an Arabic or Moroccan family selling southwestern clothing. (The day passed as described below.) By the time I got to check out their goods, all sweaters were sold out and they only had pajamas left. The parents didn’t understand English, so I asked their adolescent son who translated. I was disappointed and didn’t make a purchase. I went to check out the natural landscape, and was in awe with what I saw: the deep lake was surrounded on all sides by steep natural rocks that were about the height of a large stadium, so likely several stories high. It was warm, so I wanted to check out the water. I had on shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers and went in fully clothed, as did many others. I tried staying close to the wall, as I can’t swim. Somehow I wound up in the middle of the lake. Suddenly, I was pulled down, perhaps 10 feet into the water. I was freaking out, but knew to hold my breath. Then I was lunged out, like an arrow, and launched several stories in the air. I was frightened, and I seemed to defy natural gravity, because on my way down, I was in some sort of round whirlwind, going down in a large circular motion, slowly. I didn’t land back in the water. I safely landed on the side of the mountain, on a shallow precipice. I held on for dear life. I was there for a long time. One of the teens had on a shirt that said Bern. I was thinking maybe it was Dan Bern? If so, that would’ve been cool. I didn’t get a chance to ask him, but on the other side of this large, internal circular mountain, sure enough, there was a large poster that matched the kid’s t-shirt. I guess that must’ve been one of the musicians playing this weekend. I suddenly realized it had been several hours since I’ve seen my friends and we hadn’t unpacked yet. I had brought dinner to share, and I hoped they put the food in the refrigerator. I needed to leave. There were others around me who seemed to be hanging out as if they weren’t bothered by the steep slope. I was facing the water, not the wall. I turned to my upper left and tried getting their attention. One of their group had the radio on. They couldn’t hear me. I tried getting the kid to lower the radio. He pretended not to hear or understand me. I asked an older person to get the kid to lower the radio, and the kid still ignored the request. (In the waking world, my radio was actually on, which must have seeped into my dream.) The really frustrating part is that the radio was only playing ads, so why didn’t the kid lower the volume? 😖 During this time I witnessed other strange happenings with regards to others having gravitational experiences. There was a boat with 3-4 people that also mysteriously floated up to the shallow cliff, about 30 feet to my right. They were shocked, but suddenly all agreed to “rock the boat” and make it fly off the cliff to land back down in the water. They seemed to not be injured from that incident. I still tried getting the attention of the group beside me, but still couldn’t be heard. Also, I noticed it was getting darker. It seemed many of the groups around the cliffs weren’t in peril, the way I felt. Suddenly, these groups were enveloped in large tents. One of the groups, almost completely opposite of where I was, fell down into the water. I was hoping it was a mutual decision and they were all safe. I felt it was getting darker and I’d sooner or later succumb to my sleepiness and then fall off the cliff to my sudden death. I already started to doze off. There was an animal to my left, right on me, smelling me, as if waiting to feast on me. Oh no, something else to worry about! I continued to try to communicate with the group beside me, it seemed pointless. I decided to finally risk it and jump. I prayed on my way down. I knew I’d once again land deep in the water and would have to hold my breath and close my eyes until I felt I bobbed back up to the surface. I tried to swim back to land as best as I could. It felt awkward, but I made it. I had to find my friends. They were probably worried about me. Nope, suddenly I was once again sucked several feet into the water. Ugh, here I go again! Lift-off! For the second time, I launched into the air and in a slow and circular motion, made my way down. And again I landed on the steep precipice. I tried to ask right away, whoever was near me, how do I safely get down from here. And again, I wasn’t really seen, heard, acknowledged. Also, this time, one of their family members, a heavyset boy, around 10, was holding on to me for dear life. It was wearing on me, physically and mentally. He wasn’t my responsibility. He started to slip and his expression showed even more fear as he held onto me. Finally the family acknowledged and took the boy back. Again, I was facing all 360° of this shallow mountain, still trying to safely descend. Somehow, Marcia was also there. I don’t know how long she was there for, before I noticed her. When the boy went back to his family, I was able to communicate with Marcia. She also didn’t understand how we got there or how to safely get down. I don’t know how we were connected physically. Maybe she was holding onto my ankle. She was a bit lower than me. I asked her if she wanted to jump. She hesitated minutely before deciding yes. I was about to, and saw fear. I said, “Okay, on the count of 3. 1…2…3!” We jumped together. She was looking up and I was looking down. I saw we were close to the water. I exclaimed, “We are approaching water, hold your breath!” We both inhaled, and landed in the water. I don’t know what happened to her when we landed. I plunged deep beneath the surface, then eventually broke the surface, feeling grateful once again. I waddled in the water, looking for Marcia, seeing if she was okay. It was already getting dark. I had to get out of these wet clothes and reunite with the friends I drove in with. As I was making my way to our campgrounds, I passed a bar, and there was Marcia, in a great mood, in dry clothes…helping herself behind the bar? Then I realized she was the barmaid. Good for her! Her glasses were odd: her right eye design was about 70% and her left eye was 30%, but somehow she managed to not make it seem as freakish as it may have appeared in the eyewear store. The glasses made her look like she would fit right in with the the cartoon, The Jetsons. I tried talking to her, but I must’ve lost my voice from the time I tried talking to the folks beside me on the precipice. I waved and walked on. I then made my way again to seek out my friends and the dream ends here.
AI generated interpretation In your dream, you are embarking on a camping trip at a music festival with friends and acquaintances from your past. The dream begins with a sense of anticipation and excitement for the vacation ahead, symbolizing a desire for relaxation and escape from the pressures of daily life. The imagery of the natural landscape, specifically the deep lake surrounded by steep rocks, represents the unknown and challenges that you may be currently facing in your waking life. The water symbolizes emotions, and your fear of drowning in the lake may reflect feelings of being overwhelmed or out of your depth in a particular situation. The anti-gravity experience in the dream can be seen as a symbol of feeling disconnected from reality or experiencing a sense of detachment from your emotions. The fear and uncertainty accompanying this experience may indicate a fear of losing control or not being able to cope with certain aspects of your life. The repeated attempts to communicate with others in the dream but being ignored or unheard suggests feelings of isolation or being misunderstood in your waking life. The frustration you experience in the dream may mirror feelings of not being acknowledged or valued by those around you. The presence of Marcia in the dream may represent a trusted or supportive figure in your life, offering guidance or companionship during challenging times. Her transformation into a barmaid at the end of the dream could symbolize a shift in roles or responsibilities in your waking life, suggesting a need for adaptability and flexibility in dealing with changing circumstances. Overall, this dream may be reflecting your subconscious thoughts and emotions related to navigating challenges, feeling overwhelmed, and seeking connection and support from others. It may be helpful to explore these themes further to gain insight into any underlying concerns or emotions that you may be processing in your waking life.