Past Dream

Since I have not been having an easy time tracking my dreams, I have not been recounting many on my blog.  As a substitute for a current dream, I thought today I would write down one of my most profound dreams from my past year.  There are some interesting similarities to one of the dreams I recounted earlier for this challenge, but the dream itself is entirely different.  I will leave the interpretation up to you, as I have already done my own. 

I was in a house that had many windows.  The house was painted white.  It was cozy and clean, but it did not feel like home.  It was bright inside, but it was getting close to dusk; the shadow filled time of day.

There was a bed inside one of the rooms; one of the only pieces of furniture I could see.  Laying on the bed was a giant purple octopus.  I was afraid of the octopus, but intrigued.

Inside the room, there was a man standing near to me.  I knew he was tall.  I did not want to look directly at his face, but I peeked at him out of the corner of my eyes.  He had an intense face that was both kind and foreboding.  His eyes were almost black and they penetrated into my soul.  He told me that he was my dream guide.

I had an overwhelming feeling of anxiety in my dream.  The world was ending in some way.  I knew this.  I was standing in the room with the bed and octopus.  From this vantage point, I could see out the front windows as well as the back.  There was chaos all around me, and it was as if I were seeing everything as framed, moving photographs.

In the front there was a highway covered in caribou.  They were screaming and stumbling and bleeding.  Cars were ramming into them without stopping.  Most of the caribou were fatally injured.  I noticed a calf screaming with it's front left leg broken open into splinters.  I knew it was crying for it's mother.  She was dead. 

In the back there was a giant river that spanned onto a flat valley.  I  could see a vast mountain range in the distance.  The river was rising quickley.  I knew it was going to flood.  I knew I had to get to safety with the children I was babysitting.  The two toddlers and I needed to get out of the house instantly.  My maternal instinct was telling me to act as fast as I could.  I handed them off to someone who was going to bring them to safety.   

Once they were out of the house and safe, I decided to run back to the house to pack some items.  I went into the basement to get some of the children's clothes from their closet.  I began matching outfits together.  I couldn't stop, even though I knew matching clothing was of absolutlely no importance to their survival.  I was stuck.  It was taking me hours to decide which clothes would look best together.  I was afraid the river would swallow me up before I was finished.  I was in such a hurry, but I could not stop with what I knew was a useless task. 

That is how I woke up.