Violent Murder In A Dream

Last night I dreampt that I was sitting outside on a cement driveway at a fairly big house (don't know whose it was) with my brother, Alex, his friend, Josh, and one of my other friends.  I had money sitting out beside me – it was only about $14 but it was all the money I had.

So, all of a sudden, this guy walks up to us and tells us something about how if we cut him a check, blah, blah, blah, we could get rich.  I knew he was just trying to scam us and so I instantly picked up the loose money beside me and shoved it in my pants because I didn't have time to even shove it in my pockets.  This guy is skinny, with shaggy, strawberry blonde hair – maybe even a little redder – and he's not at all attractive.  Once he sees me put the money in my purse, he starts attacking me while I'm still on the ground. He's trying to get the money out of my pants.

I start yelling for Alex to do something, but it's like he wants to see if I can do it alone.  He just sits there and finally I get the guy off me and he takes off.

So, now fast forward and I'm in our old house in my old room trying to go to sleep when my friend, Alyse calls and asks if she can please sleep over.  I tell her yes. Then Alex walks into my room and tells me that the guy that attacked me died of a blood clot.  He tells me that he, Josh, and some other guy found him and just tried to scare him buy pouring chemicals into his eyes. Alex held open his eyes while someone else poured the chemicals into them and then they roughed him up a little bit, but he ended up dying.

So, then for the rest of my dream all I could think of was how this guy's spirit was now going to be attached to me forever because my brother had killed him.  It was super scary though.



***

I was a little confused about the placement of the money, because it seemed to go from pants to purse to pants again, unless the dreamer had changed the location of the money without mentioning it, but the potential thief, who could be somebody the dreamer knows and doesn't trust, attempted to steal it from the dreamer.

This dream is graphically violent, and even ends in death, but the blame of the attack is placed on the brother who at first does nothing and then ends up killing the scammer. I would say to look at anybody in the dreamer's life who fits the specific description the dreamer noted and see if somebody matching that description is possibly capable of scamming the dreamer.

Also the dreamer goes back in time to a home in her past. The potential thief/scam artist in the dream could be somebody from the dreamer's past. It also appears that she perceives her brother to be protective of her, but aggressively so.

The dreamer obviously fears a visit from the spirit of the deceased thief. So she probably feels responsible for actions her brother has taken on her behalf.

If anybody would like to add their own interpretation of this dream, I invite your comments.

The Bobby and The Dead Guy In The Trunk

This dream comes from an American woman who dreamed about being a man in a different country. Here is the dream (between the asterisks).

***
I am in an intersection walking toward a Bobby. It doesn't occur to me in a dream that I am calling this guy a Bobby, since we call them cops here in America, but in my dream he is a Bobby and he is directing traffic.

I try to grab his attention, but he's acting like I'm not even there. I'm tapping him on the shoulder and he doesn't respond. Now I'm screaming at him, "Look in the trunk of that car! There's a dead body in the trunk of that car!"

As I point at the car and continue to yell at the Bobby, wondering the whole time why he is ignoring me, I realize that the dead man in the trunk of that car is me.

What's odd to me when I wake up is that though I am a woman, in this dream I was a dead man stuffed into the trunk of a car.

***

The first thing that comes to my mind, after reading this dream is that if reincarnation is possible, if the spirits of the dead linger after the body has died, and if the dead try to contact the living, the possibility exists that this dreamer WAS the dead guy in the trunk, reincarnated as a woman living in a different country in this life.

Another possible explanation is that perhaps the dreamer might be stuffing the aggressive or assertive side of herself (some might say the masculine side) aside and ignoring her more assertive nature. Maybe she needs more balance in her life.

Forces of Good and Evil

Sometimes the battle between good and evil appears in dreams in subtle ways. In the following dream (which was actually one of mine), the battle is obvious. I don't know what prompted the nightmare other than the fact that before I had fallen asleep I had thought about all of the bigotry in this world and how the forces of evil existed in the minds of ignorant people who firmly believe in a hierarchy where, no matter what the misperception, the bigot believes he or she is always in the superior position.

********

The dream:

I am lying in bed, feeling fully awake when I hear whispering above me. I know a battle has ensued and that I am being dragged into it by unseen forces. I feel them, whoever they are, tugging at me, demanding me to join them. I fight them. I kick and scream and I'm filled with terror.

As I thrash around in my bed, I feel myself weaken and wonder how long I can battle them before I pass out or die – until I remember that I'm not fighting them alone.

I tell the evil forces repeatedly that, "God is on my side. God is on my side. God is on my side." No matter what they say to me, no matter how hard they tug at me, I repeat that mantra and decide to continue repeating it over and over if necessary, even if it results in my death.

After what seems like more times than is humanly possible to count, I feel the presences leave me, and I know I have won the battle.

********

If this dream belonged to somebody else and I were trying to analyze it, I might say that something occurred during the day that might have tempted the dreamer to pursue something of an evil nature, but I am the dreamer and I don't recall being tempted by anything.

If you have any reasonable suggestions to offer, I'd be happy to post them here. Because, to be honest, I'm stumped.