Dream State!

Not the type that Martin Luther King had but a dream nevertheless of the odd kind, of the personal kind.

It starts with my family and I gather in a huge hall with a glass sealing. We are chatting and having a ball, when it starts to rain…money. Yes money falling on the sealing. It appears that I am the only one flabbergasted by this occurrence, no one else finds this strange. I try informing everybody to LOOK UP nout no one can hear me or rather is not listening to me. In haste I leave and rush outside, followed by a few of my younger relatives, just to find myself confronted by a maze. High growing hedges that almost reach the heavens and still money raining down. I continue running into this maze trying to find fallen money, but still I am being followed. My run speeds up as I pick up money and continue when my breath becomes faster and weaker. A quick rest is order . I scout the if the coast is clear. It was a successful exhaustion as my arms are filled with money. With breath lost and legs tired I inspect my reward and find it to be FAKE! Monopoly Money in fact! PLAY MONEY! My anger at this discovery was easily released by the thought that the decision was entirely mine. There is no one to blame but myself. Heartbroken I let each note slip from my arms with great disappoint. Decided is my fate and wary is my soul. I allow the hedges be my grave

Interpretation:

People think the interpretation of dreams somewhat superstitious. I don’t. I find it necessary, essence to life and the meaning thereof.

In this dream I find myself chasing after something FAKE. Something less important. I would leave family for a fake illusion. The younger members following me represent an immature need of such trefoil things. The maze my great uncertainty of where I am going with these needs. It’s something I knew but something I need to realise or I’ll be swallowed by my demons.