Okay, so I woke up this morning with a nervous lump in my stomach and feeling quite like a little lost child. My dreams hardly ever affect me. I am remember Naeb's dream about a jade monkey and a dog and thinking--okay, maybe my dream can be interpreted as well?
I don't know why I am posting it; I just wanted to get it off my chest. I remember every single detail vividly:
I am driving in my brothers car with just myself and my two kids. I notice and count about 22 tornadoes in the sky. I see lightning and heavy, black clouds. No rain, though. No sound, either. Next thing I know I am at this tourist attraction somewhere in the northeast coast of US. I see this family with one young son and start talking to them about this huge 'storm of the century'. They say that the general idea is that it may be Armageddon, and that they are going up to some mountain very high above sea level. (I cannot remember the name but it was very similar sounding to something like excalibur, etc.--a name like that)
I decide to do the same but for some reason, by the time I am ready to make the trek there, it's too late. No reason is ever mentioned in my dream; just that it is 'too late' to go up there.
So I start driving around an unknown town aimlessly, stopping at various stores and I remember a library, in particular. I meet a variety of people, mostly elderly people and young moms like myself. Each time I talk to one it's the same thing: "This is it, this is officially Armageddon." Funny thing throughout the dream though, never once do I even acknowledge JW's in any way. I never meet even one of them and never acknowledge myself as one. It's as if, in my dream, they don't exsist?!?
I end up carting my kids all over the place, meeting people everywhere I go. Every one seems aware of Armageddon as if it's a nationally recognized event that applied to everyone...in other words, it was expected and believed to happen eventually, by everyone.
I meet many people who decide to 'sit it out' like a hurricane, and I meet people who are panicking, and I meet people like myself, all women with young children (there were not many men present in this dream at all--only one man, an older guy with a bottle of liquor in a paper bag sitting on a bench, stood out). Anyway, the people like me are not really panicking but are just trying to make it to safe ground (flood?). Throughout the dream I never think of dying as a result of 'judgement' from God...more of the worry of dying or being injured in the storm.
The last stop I make seems to be an office building with a bunch of young, good looking, western wearing (sequins and cowboy hats), business people. The wall of the building is missing so I can see each office on each of the 3 floors. The occupants of each office
are packing up their desks and putting all possessions into boxes. I see many blondes...they are mostly blonde men and women in their thirties. All of them are wearing some shade of white. White dresses, off white hats, white dress shirts. One guy is coming out of the building with a box. In his box are a pair of pink knitted somethings(?socks, mittens?). One falls out and I pick it up for him. He thanks me and starts complaining about how he doesn't want to lose anything. I tell him: "What's the point? If you are chosen to live then you'll no longer need this box--a whole new life is waiting for you. And if you die in this, then obviously you still won't need the box." He says "good point", smiles, and walks away. It is at this point that I start to feel secure in the knowledge that I myself am safe from God's 'wrath'. I see myself as a good person who will not be destroyed (in the dream).
Last scene in the dream comes next: I am in a big building--like a convention center (or assembly hall)of sorts--and the storm outside is raging but it's still soundless. More of an 'I just know it's out there' thing. The next thing I know, I am looking out over a balcony and it's a sunny dessert atmosphere with no sand--(but artificially sunny, as if there are lamps overhead). I see in the distance a parade of sorts. A plethora of colors and flags are in the air. A group from every nation in the world is present in this parade. They are silent but decidedly triumphant in their march towards the building. I start yelling out that it's over and we have survived. My euphoria is very short-lived, however. I am suddenly wondering if this was really armageddon...if it was then why are we ALL here and not just a select few? Why is my dream equivalent of the UN still alive?? Aren't they considered to be part of the wicked world?? Next thing I know, I am in the parking lot of my childhood apartment complex in NY talking to people in the parking lot, asking them why I am still alive? It is only then that I start to think "am I good enough to survive?" I start thinking, "yes I am, I am not an evil person or a murderer, etc...but is that enough?" ONly then does the whole JW aspect kick in...it's a sudden gestalt type of thing..all of the sudden I realize that there are JW's out there who believe I shouldn't have made it. Then someone tells me that my armageddon was not real because these 'UN-type people' made it. That the 'real' armageddon had happened but that my version was false and that, in reality, I had yet to be judged.
Then I wake up, just like that, in the middle of that thought. Now I feel like crap with a nervous feeling. I am probably just going crazy and really need to get a life. But I wanted to share and ask if anyone had dreams about 'the end'???
I never take my dreams seriously..they are the outlet for dormant insanity, I hear. My dreams, however, are usually not as vivid and definitely not as memorable. I hardly ever remember my dreams when I wake up. This has stayed with me all day, nagging me!
Kat