Symbolic much?

[bironic]

Had a dream that I was visiting the NIH, the main building, and looked out a wall of windows to see that we could see the sea, sound, lake, whatever, and the waves were choppy. The building started to swivel, like those rotating restaurants on the top of skyscrapers. Only it swiveled too much, and bobbed unevenly, as if it were floating, like a cruise ship in a storm. And then it broke off, and we went into the water, and started to sink. Francis Collins or someone got on the loudspeaker to complain about the contractors who'd built the building. We kept going down. Someone said to wait until we were all the way under before breaking any doors or windows to get out, like you're supposed to do when your car goes off a bridge. Only we kept sinking, and sinking, and nobody did anything, and I was worrying about whether we'd be able to make it to the surface on one breath. Kept sinking. Started to think we might not make it. Tried to organize people to break out. We would fill soda bottles or pitchers with air and let them lead us upward while giving us enough breath to make the surface, because it didn't look like we were going to hit the bottom anytime soon. Only then we did; we'd be okay. Except we teetered, and slipped off the ledge we'd landed on, and kept sinking -- it had been the summit of some kind of underwater mountain. And I said forget this, if we're going to plummet another mountain's worth, there's no way we'll last long enough in the building to be rescued. Arguments ensued over how many air holders each person could have. Some woman scolded me for spilling brownish water on the counter, and I could not impress on her how insignificant that was given the situation.

Then John Sheppard was there, and he remembered he had a jet pack. So he strapped it on and was lifted up, through the clouds of eerie deep-dark creatures, to the surface. Only there he found that it wasn't the same surface he'd left. Bands of people struggled against one another; there was no centralized government; nobody trusted anyone. He encountered Ford and some others waiting on bleachers for his return. They asked him about whether he'd seen what he was supposed to see down there, or planted an explosive, or something. Of course he had no idea what they were talking about. He faked his way along, hoping they wouldn't notice he didn't belong to this reality.

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In other news, I'm driving home today. Farewell, Boston-and-Cambridge; I will miss you again, and more than that I'll miss my new friends.

Comments

[perspi.livejournal.com]

THAT IS AN INCREDIBLY INTERESTING DREAM. PERHAPS IT SHOULD BECOME FANFIC. :)

Also--*big fluffy hugs, because you deserve them*

[bironic.livejournal.com]

I thought you were being facetious, but then I remembered that Sheppard showed up towards the end and you weren't necessarily teasing about the drudgery of dreams about sinking buildings. :)

BIG HUG BACK, YAY.

[eldripheus.livejournal.com]

That dream was way cool! In case you want to analyze the dream, here're a few dream symbols I remember from back when I was doing psychology...

The ocean/huge bodies of water represents the subconscious
Coming out of water represents birth
Houses or buildings in general represents the dreamer

And that's all I can remember...

[bironic.livejournal.com]

So, hm. I gave birth to my subconscious?

[eldripheus.livejournal.com]

More of your subconscious gave birth to Sheppard. XP

Dream symbols can be quite personal and they can mean whatever you think they mean... which makes dream analysis rather inaccurate, I remember trying to analyze a few of my friend's dreams and the result was in each dream her 'subconscious was trying to tell her something' but there was no definite message.