Wow, ahktu. It seems like your guidance is really getting in touch with you! I've never had anything personal asked to me in my dreams, that I can remember. Mine seem to be more impersonal.
I had this dream last night. For the past week, I've been writing down dreams in my journal and interpreting them. I'm getting slightly better at understanding what the symbology means to me. However, this one threw me for a loop...
I was at my old workplace. (a waiter in a dining room for the elderly) I waited a table, as always. Then, I went around to the tables behind the fireplace that are seldom used in real life. The lights in this area were off. The only light was coming from beyond the fireplace, like usual. One of my co-workers was there. I could sense the other co-workers' presences on the other side of the dining room. But I only interacted with this one person. Her name is Samme and I'm very attracted to her in real life. One table of diners was sitting at a table at the edge of the area of the floor being used. They were all familiar shapes, familiar old people that I love. But they didn't talk or react to the rest of the dream's events beyond a slight gasp or a chuckle, like a bemused and mildly interested audience.
I walked up to this one table. There was a bright yellow spotlight shining down on it, and on the table was this 4 inch tall man in a nice, black suit. He didn't say anything, but somehow I knew that he was there to perform a magic show. Samme was standing beside the table watching too. The man was all smiles, and his demeanor was genuinely benevolent and happy. In an instant, the perspective changed and I was viewing the man from his height, over his shoulder. Somehow, I had become him, because "I" was no longer a character. (from now on I'll say "we" to talk about the man character.) The table had a circus tent erected over it now, and it was still lit with yellow light inside. The tent had a door on the side through which the elderly diners could watch from their table. We were walking around, smiling and holding our hands out in front of ourselves, as if doing magic. Occasionally we would say something meaningless and incomprehensible. Then, we looked over and saw that Samme had been shrunk to mini size and was on the other side of the table, lying in a pool of blood.
We ran over to her and bent down to look at her, checking her vitals and whatnot. Her skin was pale and purple, her face lifeless. We were distraught. The perception then shifted totally to me being the man, and having full control. I somehow felt that her death was my fault. I looked closer and saw that the cause of death was a firework (looked like an ice cream push-pop) shoved into her ear, causing her to bleed out or suffer brain damage. I started to run away, scared a little. Then, another tiny man came through the tent door. He was tall (for his tiny size lol), brown skinned, and bald. I somehow knew that he was my "assistant". He said something incomprehensible to me, but I knew that it was a "How could you do such a thing? You were responsible for her/this situation!" kind of remark. Then, I said "Stop talking, (nonsensical name of the guy), you're Egyptian!"
I don't remember anything after that... Anybody wanna take a whack at it? lol
P.S. I just texted her and she's just fine in real life.
I had this dream last night. For the past week, I've been writing down dreams in my journal and interpreting them. I'm getting slightly better at understanding what the symbology means to me. However, this one threw me for a loop...
I was at my old workplace. (a waiter in a dining room for the elderly) I waited a table, as always. Then, I went around to the tables behind the fireplace that are seldom used in real life. The lights in this area were off. The only light was coming from beyond the fireplace, like usual. One of my co-workers was there. I could sense the other co-workers' presences on the other side of the dining room. But I only interacted with this one person. Her name is Samme and I'm very attracted to her in real life. One table of diners was sitting at a table at the edge of the area of the floor being used. They were all familiar shapes, familiar old people that I love. But they didn't talk or react to the rest of the dream's events beyond a slight gasp or a chuckle, like a bemused and mildly interested audience.
I walked up to this one table. There was a bright yellow spotlight shining down on it, and on the table was this 4 inch tall man in a nice, black suit. He didn't say anything, but somehow I knew that he was there to perform a magic show. Samme was standing beside the table watching too. The man was all smiles, and his demeanor was genuinely benevolent and happy. In an instant, the perspective changed and I was viewing the man from his height, over his shoulder. Somehow, I had become him, because "I" was no longer a character. (from now on I'll say "we" to talk about the man character.) The table had a circus tent erected over it now, and it was still lit with yellow light inside. The tent had a door on the side through which the elderly diners could watch from their table. We were walking around, smiling and holding our hands out in front of ourselves, as if doing magic. Occasionally we would say something meaningless and incomprehensible. Then, we looked over and saw that Samme had been shrunk to mini size and was on the other side of the table, lying in a pool of blood.
We ran over to her and bent down to look at her, checking her vitals and whatnot. Her skin was pale and purple, her face lifeless. We were distraught. The perception then shifted totally to me being the man, and having full control. I somehow felt that her death was my fault. I looked closer and saw that the cause of death was a firework (looked like an ice cream push-pop) shoved into her ear, causing her to bleed out or suffer brain damage. I started to run away, scared a little. Then, another tiny man came through the tent door. He was tall (for his tiny size lol), brown skinned, and bald. I somehow knew that he was my "assistant". He said something incomprehensible to me, but I knew that it was a "How could you do such a thing? You were responsible for her/this situation!" kind of remark. Then, I said "Stop talking, (nonsensical name of the guy), you're Egyptian!"
I don't remember anything after that... Anybody wanna take a whack at it? lol
P.S. I just texted her and she's just fine in real life.