The Surfer-Boy Bartender from the '50's.

Date: 3/3/2018

My mother and I were living together I guess, bc there she was and she and I were arguing. I had on a blue long sleeve thermal shirt and panties, with my pajama bottoms in my hand. Before I even had a chance to put them on, mother says, "I'm not going outside with you dressed like that! It's embarrassing!" I replied "We're going into the backyard first of all. No one is going to see us so what does it matter?! Besides, I really dont care. I'll go out front. Im just going out to smoke a cigarette!" I was putting my pants on as I said this. She walked outback (which looked liked my Grandma's backyard) and I heard her say "Oh hi! Does Sunday know you're here?" and one of my old best friends from high school, Lark, replied with "No, I was about to text her." so I went out because for some reason I didnt want her and my mother talking. I was afraid of some small stupid secret being let out abt me not spending as much time with my mum as Lark thought I had been spending. (In the dream it was although Lark and I had never lost touch) We started talking and we were both just down. I went inside to get us a drink and now the inside is like a gathering at a hall or something. I go to the bar to order us drinks. The bartender is some blonde surfer type guy from the 50's or something. Right away he and I lock eyes and we both know there's major chemistry between us. I order a rum and coke for myself ( I dont even drink those irl) and a water for Lark (that's all she wants). I take it out and Lark and I talk until our drinks need a refill. I go in again to the bar. I get our drinks. Then I go into a room (it's suddenly my house again) and curl up on the floor with a blanket and snuggle up for a few minutes. I realize Larks waiting for me as I watch first my mothers feet move under the space in the door, then another pair of feet shuffle behind her quiet and almost ominous. Like they belonged to the dead. I get up and open the door and only my moms there. As I walk out (it was a room my mum used to store stuff to get rid of mostly) a red ribboned thing fell out with me. I picked it up and threw it back into the room. I know it seems insignificant, but when I write my dreams down I try to be as thorough as possible. Also, this part notes the colors in dreams, though many people say people dont dont dream in color. Anyway, I now go back out to Lark. I bring her the drinks and again we talk until we need refills. I go back to the bar. Again I told him I wanted a rum and coke. He recommnends mixing the coke with something sweeter. He pulls out a liquor bottle with what looks like maple syrup inside (though it isnt). I wanted to ask him what the price of this new drink was but suddenly my mum was sitting at the bar next to me and for some reason I didnt want her to hear me asking. I thought about whispering, but knew that he probably wouldnt whisper back to answer so she would still hear us. He handed me this new drink and it was a shot (but in a shot glass about half the size of regular shot glasses. so it was really small!) I was looking at it, taking in it's small size when my mum says "Oh just take it!" (meaning just do the shot, swallow the whole thing, dont be a damn pussy!) So I took the shot. I told him I liked it and would take another. I waited for him to make another, then I went outside back to Lark, half wondering if she was even still going to be there. She was, but as I got to the crooked outside table I realized I forgot her water. So I go back AGAIN. This time on my way inside, the bartender meets me halfway out, like he was looking for me. He's drunk now (he wasnt before) and he's trying to touch me and put his hands on me and hold me. It was although his 1950's-ish got to me and I was saying "No stop it! That's innappropriate!" I didnt hold any of it against him though. For some reason I KNEW his heart, just from staring into his eyes at the bar. I knew he was a good kind man. He was just drunk and his passion for me overtook him. Suddenly I got an image in my head, and it's as though my dream then follows that mental image my dream self has. I am at the top of a tall building. Im wearing a long old lady type of night dress, with my long hair hanging around my shoulders, a littled curled. I was holding onto the bars at the top (like a little fence almost and I had climbed over). I was so depressed. It was like real life. I let go of the bars expecting to feel the wind against my face as I fall to my death, but a man got there just as I let go and grabbed me. He pulled me over even as I struggled. I wanted to die. Then suddenly Im on the ground talking to a tall kindof elderly black man (he has a moustache). He's telling me how miserable he is. I hate other people being unhappy and I ask him "Why? Havent you had a good life? Didnt you have a good childhood?". He says "Yes, I did, but the things I had to attend at Sylvan Abbey depress me." Sylvan Abbey is a cemetery, so I say to him "..But death is just a part of life. We ALL lose people we love, those close to us." and he says "yes, but it's a horribly painful part of life." I agree with him. I am now thinking of my little sister Jade, the pain and emptiness I felt when we lost her, the utter blackness and the void and I start crying. "Yes it is. It is SOO painful!" I say to him. And that is it.

AI generated interpretation This dream is a complex and emotionally charged one, reflecting various aspects of your inner thoughts, emotions, and past experiences. The initial setting of the dream with your mother and the argument about your attire could symbolize a sense of conflict or lack of approval in your waking life. It suggests a struggle between expressing your true self and conforming to external expectations or pressures, as indicated by your defiance towards your mother's opinion about your outfit. The appearance of your old friend Lark may represent a sense of familiarity, comfort, and connection from your past. The interactions with Lark in the dream may symbolize a desire for meaningful connections and support during challenging times. The surfer-boy bartender from the '50s symbolizes a romantic and idealized figure, reflecting feelings of attraction, chemistry, and longing for excitement or adventure. The imagery of him becoming drunk and inappropriate could suggest a fear of losing control or being vulnerable in a romantic or intimate situation. The scene with the man saving you from falling off the building may represent a desire for rescue or help when feeling overwhelmed or depressed. Your conversation with the elderly black man about grief and loss, particularly referencing your little sister Jade, reveals deep emotional pain, sorrow, and unresolved feelings of emptiness and sadness. Overall, this dream seems to reflect themes of inner conflict, emotional vulnerability, longing for connection, and processing past traumas or losses. It may indicate a need for self-reflection, emotional healing, and seeking support to navigate challenging emotions and experiences in your waking life.