Emotional dreams are easier to remember because they are more likely to leave an impact.. or to scar you for life. This one didn't, but.. I had a weird dream in which I was at the top of a 5-6 story school-like structure. There was a girl standing beside me. I have never seen her in my life, nor do i remember what she looked like. From what I remember she might have very well been a faceless entity. What she looked like didn't matter - but who she was did.
She was a person who wanted me to trust her. It was just a feeling I had and a big part of the dream. I don't know why or how I knew, but that's what it was. I had to trust her and in the distance a big black cloud was approaching. We started running on the roof and got closer and closer to an edge at the end of a wing.. the clould was getting closer and closer and I had no idea what it was, but I knew that I would cease to exist if it reached me, or worse. She extended her hand and I gulped .. and we got closer to the edge still.. I hesitated but grabbed her arm, and we both jumped off the edge, face first.. but before we hit the ground we somehow lifted up and just barely avoided hitting the ground.. and flew off.. away from the black cloud. We continued holding hands, locked eyes, and smiled. And then I woke up and had to deal with a weird sad emotion that this mystery girl is somebody I will never feel again, but that I wanted to know more about what she was trying to teach me.
I can relate to this; I've had a few memorable dreams where a girl and my connection to her played an important role, often emotional. Oddly I tend to more easily remember such dreams towards the end of the year.
I had a dream a few years ago - it was during my first year in college I believe, right before New Year's - where I was at some sort of festival or celebration with a bunch of different events and activities. Well, at least I think it was some festival or celebration of sorts, the only event/activity I vaguely remember other than the one that was the main "plot" of the dream revolved around was one that had to do with female porn actresses, and one to do with some stereotypical football jocks.
Anyhow, in that dream, one of the activities was some sort of crafts contest I was involved - I don't remember what I was supposed to be making, it could've been origami or baskets for all I care, but that's not too relevant. What is relevant was as this contest went on, and I was making my piece of art, I started feeling feelings of inferiority. I felt like I couldn't really do this, that my work was pathetic, that no matter how hard I tried it just wouldn't be amazing.
Why did I want to make this piece of art in the first place? For a girl, apparently. A very sweet and nice girl, or at least that's what the dream implied to me.
I don't know what my relationship to her was, at least in this dream world - I suspect some sort of romantic relationship, i.e. girlfriend, wife, etc., but that *might* just be me attributing that aspect to the dream afterwards, for all I know she might've just been a close friend or a sister or something, though I feel there were underlying romantic undertones at the least. Nothing was explicitly stated in the dream otherwise. Overall I didn't interact with this girl in the dream, and in fact she never "appeared" per se; she was, however, definitely a part of that dream world, and did exist and was indeed meaningfully "real" in that world, if that makes sense - kind of like an off-screen character, so to speak.
Anyhow, my feelings of inferiority made me doubt whether the girl would've appreciated what I was doing. So it seemed that I was making this piece of art not because of the contest, but for
her. It was to be a gift for her, in other words. Anyhow my doubt and pessimism started pulling me down emotionally... and then I woke up.
Immediately after I woke up, I wanted to tell my dream self that the girl would've loved that present, no matter how lame it was, because I seemed to have put all my heart and effort into it. I feel that the dream implied that would've been the case too, but I was just so wound up feeling inferior and doubting my ability that I didn't see that (or, well, at least I never got the chance to in the dream - who knows what would've happened if I kept on dreaming longer). I remember in the few moments in between still-being-asleep and being awake and conscious, I could sort of see her, smiling one of those heart-melting smiles, as if it were as if something - my dream? she herself? myself? - was trying to tell me that, yes, she care about the quality of the thing I made, only appreciate the fact I wanted to make it.
All in all it was a very powerful dream for me, for some reason. Perhaps because it was, and still is, psychologically relevant to me (dealing with feelings of inferiority). Perhaps also because it had a cute girl.
I wonder whether there's a reason why cute girls and meaningful life messages seem to go hand in hand in my dreams. Hmm. Probably should look in my diary... oftentimes the only interesting things I write i my diary for periods of time are about dreams, and my longer diary entries tend to deal with dreams.
