Observing

Date: 10/6/2018

I was standing outside a building in an under cover parking lot. It was dark out and from my immediate location, I could see I was in a bad neigbourhood. The walls of this building were grey with some graffiti. On the floor there was garbage and a few boxes in the distance. no cars were visible from where I was standing. There were no distinct features of this building or place that indicated an exact location. It was a cool summer evening and I was with my sister and a friend of hers. Our housekeeper was also there. My sister was talking to a man who appeared to be bathing in an outside swimming pool. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but our housekeeper went to join them. The man got up and hinted toward his erect penis. Observing his entire body, I could see he had a little bit of hair on his head and chest. He had no hair on his genitals. The last thing I recognized was the silver cross hanging around his neck. After a short while, our housekeeper began to suck him off and shortly after that, my sister joined in. My sister's friend and I watched in shock and observed two separate women approaching the building. The one was a dark haired woman with a red blouse and black skirt. The other was a blonde with a non striking colored dress. They appeared to be older prostitutes. They both walked toward the pool. They seemed happy to see the man in the pool and didn't seem to mind what was happening. They talked to him for a while and then started to caress his genitals and joining in what was going in. My sister's friend and I looked at each other and started to contemplate whether or not we should join. Upon looking back, I saw that my sister and the housekeeper were kissing. My sister's friend and I looked at each other once more and decided to join. I started to take off my pants and shoes as I walked closer. As I got there, they all seemed to have stopped and the man was dressed again. He directed all of us into the building. As we entered the dark wooden doors, there were flights of stairs going both up and down. It seemed like we were heading down. The stairs were poorly built and I almost fell after the first step. The man grabbed my arm and told me to be careful. At this point I was not wearing any shoes or socks and they were in my left hand. We walked down 8 flights of stairs before entering a room with bunk beds. There were 9 beds and only one naked man sleeping on one of them. I stopped here to put my socks and shoes back on as the others left through the door on the other side of the room. I put my pocket knife, bank card and some change down on the bed in front of me and sat down on another to put on my shoes. At this point, the man woke up as if it were from a nightmare and stared at me with confusion. I continued to put on my shoes, paying little attention to him. I saw him starting to stretch, but in my peripherals, I caught him grabbing my bank card. I got up with one shoe on and demanded that he return it to me. Without saying a word, he pulled it closer to him. I grabbed my knife and pushed him down on the bed and his head hit the wall, propping it up so he could see my face. I held the knife to his genitals and told him I would cut it off if he does not return my card. I could see the fear in his eyes as he returned the card. This look was followed by shame and disappointment. I went back to my belongings and started to put them in my pocket, starting with my card. The man got up and quickly snatched a coin from under a mattress. He quickly looked to see if it belonged to me and appeared to be relieved that it didn't. I am not sure why, but I started giving him my change. The thankfulness in his eyes made me pity him even more. He turned and looked at me. I could now observe him fully. He had thinning light brown hair and blue eyes. His face looked extremely weathered and he had no muscle mass. He appeared to be an alcoholic and drug addict. Still naked, he grabbed me and gave me a hug. I felt uncomfortable and struggled a little, but eased into it slightly as I felt he had no intention in harming me. After what seemed like an eternity, he released me, put his hands on my shoulders and smiled. After a second or two, I could see the life disappearing from his body and he collapsed onto the floor. He started to seize slightly and his face turned white. I was staring frozen and speechless. After some time, his face turned red and his eyes opened again as if there was pressure building in his head. I stared at his face as his eyes turned a pale blue and his face turned to dark red. His nose was bleeding and he was drooling a milky fluid. Every now and then there would be a burst of air causing a mini eruption from his mouth and nose. My gaze and frozen state was broke when I felt something hitting my foot. As I looked down, I saw fecal matter hitting my feet like little projectiles. I quickly stepped to the side to avoid the area in which they seemed to be landing. I looked back at the man and saw that his whole body started to pull together. His knees were pulled up to his chest, his feet pointed and his arms were stretched out next to his body and his fingers curled up like someone with bad arthritis. He was still under pressure and feces started to shoot more frequently from his body. This was now accompanied by a gargling, under pressure, scream. The sound was faint, but distinct. This man was under a lot of pain and busy dying. I was frozen again and observed him in what appeared to be his final moments. Before I could see what happened to him, I woke up.

AI generated interpretation Interpretation This dream may be reflecting your anxieties about feeling powerless in certain situations, especially when it comes to protecting yourself and your loved ones. The dark under cover parking lot in a bad neighbourhood may symbolize feeling vulnerable and exposed. The man in the pool may represent a certain person or situation in your life that you feel you have no control over. The two women representing prostitutes may be a reflection of feeling taken advantage of, or being exposed to something you don't want to be exposed to. The man grabbing your bank card may represent feeling that your resources are being taken away without your permission. Your use of the pocket knife as a form of protection and the man's reaction to it may be a reflection of feeling powerless to defend yourself against certain people or situations. Finally, the man's death may be suggesting that you feel like you can't prevent certain events from happening, and you have to accept the outcome regardless.