This dream has just one really big meaning to me, as i can't seem to figure out the rest of it, cos some symbols can't be identified.
It all started in this room, which looked like a very dirty bedroom, where my 2 friends Lynn and Norfa were sleeping in it and my girlfriend Michelle, too.
The room looked dirty, the walls in some kind of peach pink colours, dirt marks all over it and 2-3 beds like in prison were in there.
I was outside the room with Norfa. We were talking about wearing a strap-on.... I really don't know why i thought of that, but knowing that my friend Norfa is straight and wouldn't imagine a single time sleeping with a woman, i figured out that, if she would wear a strap-on, which is not her own body part, she would actually f*** a woman... So i told her that and she surprisingly would have done it!
Happy, we went back to the room to try it out on Lynn, i think. When i had my hand on the handle of the door and about to open it, she stopped me and said:
"Oh wait! I can't! It's pleasure, so from the muslim point of view, i am not allowed to have pleasure..."
So i replied with understanding:
"Oh ya, that's true. Oh well..."
We went back into the room, where Lynn was in bed with Alvin, a friend of mine with whom i worked with during the speedboat championship in Singapore. In real life, they don't know each other...
Michelle was on the other side of the small room on the bed. I crawled into her arms, while she was smoking her cigarette in a very arrogant way. Her nose way up in the air and having that bitchy smile on her face. She is not like that in realy life, thank god!
Behind the bed there was a window, that was facing a cornfield. I then told her that i always wanted to have sex in a cornfield and if she wanted to have it with me. She denied it and said it's dangerous, cos there might be some snakes or something, in which i agreed with a smile and being comfortable in her arms.
It all started in this room, which looked like a very dirty bedroom, where my 2 friends Lynn and Norfa were sleeping in it and my girlfriend Michelle, too.
The room looked dirty, the walls in some kind of peach pink colours, dirt marks all over it and 2-3 beds like in prison were in there.
I was outside the room with Norfa. We were talking about wearing a strap-on.... I really don't know why i thought of that, but knowing that my friend Norfa is straight and wouldn't imagine a single time sleeping with a woman, i figured out that, if she would wear a strap-on, which is not her own body part, she would actually f*** a woman... So i told her that and she surprisingly would have done it!
Happy, we went back to the room to try it out on Lynn, i think. When i had my hand on the handle of the door and about to open it, she stopped me and said:
"Oh wait! I can't! It's pleasure, so from the muslim point of view, i am not allowed to have pleasure..."
So i replied with understanding:
"Oh ya, that's true. Oh well..."
We went back into the room, where Lynn was in bed with Alvin, a friend of mine with whom i worked with during the speedboat championship in Singapore. In real life, they don't know each other...
Michelle was on the other side of the small room on the bed. I crawled into her arms, while she was smoking her cigarette in a very arrogant way. Her nose way up in the air and having that bitchy smile on her face. She is not like that in realy life, thank god!
Behind the bed there was a window, that was facing a cornfield. I then told her that i always wanted to have sex in a cornfield and if she wanted to have it with me. She denied it and said it's dangerous, cos there might be some snakes or something, in which i agreed with a smile and being comfortable in her arms.
- SWITCH OF SCENERY -
I am in a shoeshop with my girlfriend. We are looking for some shoes, but the place i went to sit first, got taken by all the sellers of the shop (??). So i sat next to it, where this chinese guy was trying shoes. Michelle took me by the arm and said that she really didn't want to sit next to him, cos he's an old friend of hers and she really didn't like him at all. I could see that on her face and on his face. The ambience was tense.
Strangely we tried very strange shoes. I was trying the typical CAT shoes and Michelle had those really ugly dark grey boots with fur. It was really ugly.
Suddenly, i received an emergency call. We had to run to this place called "TERR...something". There was a fire breaking out of the house and the fire engine was unable to go there. It got stuck on the road by a layer of foam....??!.... Our machine was suitable for the road and would reach there more quickly. So we went off.
I saw the big villa, where a man was standing quietly cool in front of the window and in the background i could see the light of fire bouncing around, but i didn't see the flames. The windows were not open, but the man stood there in front of them.
Michelle and i shoot water through the window to kill the "flames". It was the foam type of water. To make sure everything was lit off we went to the main entrance to make sure that the man was alright.
At this particular moment, while this blond collegue/friend (no more Michelle somehow) went to the house to check, i saw the fire engine stuck in the foam. The one that couldn't make it on time. I thought of putting some wood planks below the wheels for it to drive above it. That's what i saw.
Back to the villa, when i got in, i saw the man, a short, round, italian guy with a very thin moustache right above his thin lips and black hair. He looked more than fine to me and i had a really bad feeling when looking at him. He wasn't sincere to me.
His place looked in perfect condition! Nothing looked burnt or anything, but the entrance was full of wooden boxes, raw meat (!!!) al over the place and just a packed entrance. I was wondering what a man would do with sooooo much meat all over the place, stacked and not leaving any space for you to walk through.
While some men went downstairs to check upon some fire, i looked at my blond guy with a very sceptical look. "Something is not right," i told him. He agreed.
When the other firemen came back upstairs, there were other people coming up too, which i didn't know. All of them suddenly looked very strange. Very much happy, but in a hypnotized way. They didn't seem to recognize me or react to what i was telling them.
I looked at the italian guy and he started to play the DJ at the bar counter right at the entrance!! Being a sound engineer, i could tell you that this wasn't anything close to DJing.... he played one track at a time and no lights no nothing. It was dull, yet everyone was dancing and enjoying the "beat".
I realised that this was the way he hypnotized the people in order for them to take the raw meat and eat it. I tried to tell this to my blond collegue, who didn't seem to react anymore. He had a smile on his face and started dancing too. I pushed him with my elbow and told him to focus, telling him what was going on. Yet, he kept on falling back into a trance like everyone. I was wondering why i wasn't beng hypnotized. What is it about this hydious music that put people into a trance.
I really don't know what all this is about, but these are the symbols i managed to find out about and one thing is for sure, the recent death of my grandma had apparently affected me much more than i first thought...
Strangely we tried very strange shoes. I was trying the typical CAT shoes and Michelle had those really ugly dark grey boots with fur. It was really ugly.
Suddenly, i received an emergency call. We had to run to this place called "TERR...something". There was a fire breaking out of the house and the fire engine was unable to go there. It got stuck on the road by a layer of foam....??!.... Our machine was suitable for the road and would reach there more quickly. So we went off.
I saw the big villa, where a man was standing quietly cool in front of the window and in the background i could see the light of fire bouncing around, but i didn't see the flames. The windows were not open, but the man stood there in front of them.
Michelle and i shoot water through the window to kill the "flames". It was the foam type of water. To make sure everything was lit off we went to the main entrance to make sure that the man was alright.
At this particular moment, while this blond collegue/friend (no more Michelle somehow) went to the house to check, i saw the fire engine stuck in the foam. The one that couldn't make it on time. I thought of putting some wood planks below the wheels for it to drive above it. That's what i saw.
Back to the villa, when i got in, i saw the man, a short, round, italian guy with a very thin moustache right above his thin lips and black hair. He looked more than fine to me and i had a really bad feeling when looking at him. He wasn't sincere to me.
His place looked in perfect condition! Nothing looked burnt or anything, but the entrance was full of wooden boxes, raw meat (!!!) al over the place and just a packed entrance. I was wondering what a man would do with sooooo much meat all over the place, stacked and not leaving any space for you to walk through.
While some men went downstairs to check upon some fire, i looked at my blond guy with a very sceptical look. "Something is not right," i told him. He agreed.
When the other firemen came back upstairs, there were other people coming up too, which i didn't know. All of them suddenly looked very strange. Very much happy, but in a hypnotized way. They didn't seem to recognize me or react to what i was telling them.
I looked at the italian guy and he started to play the DJ at the bar counter right at the entrance!! Being a sound engineer, i could tell you that this wasn't anything close to DJing.... he played one track at a time and no lights no nothing. It was dull, yet everyone was dancing and enjoying the "beat".
I realised that this was the way he hypnotized the people in order for them to take the raw meat and eat it. I tried to tell this to my blond collegue, who didn't seem to react anymore. He had a smile on his face and started dancing too. I pushed him with my elbow and told him to focus, telling him what was going on. Yet, he kept on falling back into a trance like everyone. I was wondering why i wasn't beng hypnotized. What is it about this hydious music that put people into a trance.
I really don't know what all this is about, but these are the symbols i managed to find out about and one thing is for sure, the recent death of my grandma had apparently affected me much more than i first thought...
Fire Engine
To see a fire engine in your dream, signifies worries under tense and extraordinary situations.
To dream that you are riding in a fire engine, signifies improper and obnoxious behavior.
To see a broken down fire engine in your dream, foretells of a serious loss. -> my grandma
Meat
To see raw meat in your dream, signifies that there will be many obstacles and discouragement in achieving your goals.
Hypnotize
To dream that you fail to be hypnotized, signifies that troubles hovering over you in which you and you alone can rise above.
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