22 Aug 2024
pages.dreamInterpretation.dream
Tonight I dreamt that I woke up, and saw a face in the corner of the room. (Just like what happened a few days ago when I hallucinated in my waking life).
But it turned out that it actually wasn’t an hallucination, but some guy who had been standing there, watching me sleep.
He was very short, half my height, and with long brown hair.
Once I realized that he was real, because I touched him, I simply started to fight him. It was easy, since he was so short. But he was very good at avoiding my attacks.
Eventually, we got tired.
I asked him why he was there, and he wouldn’t explain. I kept on asking, and he became annoyed, and finally said “if you want to know, follow me”. And so I did.
We went out the front door from my apartment, but instead of a staircase, we walk through an endless labyrinth of hallways and people, that reminded me more of a hospital. That is not normal but in the dream, I did not think much of it.
I keep following the little guy. We exit the corridors of the giant building and now we are outside. He gets on a bus. I get on the bus. We sit for a while, and get off at a street I have never seen before.
He enters a house. I enter the house too. It is very messy, and his entire family is in here. They are average height. They look at me and start to greet me. I suddenly realize that I am still in my pajamas.
The short guy has many brothers, and they all have the exact same face as the little guy, but different hair styles. His mother is in the kitchen somewhere. His father is asking me questions, almost interrogating me, but in a sweet way. This is when I realize that his whole family thinks I am dating the short guy. I become embarrassed on short guy’s behalf.
Eventually, I find an excuse to leave, and even though I am far from home, I try to find my way by getting on the bus. So I sit there, in my pajamas, not knowing where I am going.
Suddenly, a baby appears in the air in front of me, it came from nowhere, as if by magic. And it is falling! I catch it by pure instinct.
Everyone on the bus hears the baby cry, and see a person in their pajamas, who doesn’t know where they are going or who’s baby this is.
How do I explain this situation, I thought. Is this what the short guy experienced? Did he pass the curse to me? Either way, I now understand, but at what cost, I am going to pass it onto someone else now.
