Today we were celebrating my and Cody’s birthday, in reality he’s much older than I am, but here today, he was a child. He wanted to jump on trampolines, but in this timeline our families were still very poor so instead, we jumped on mattresses. I remember someone driving a white truck, very much like my dad does now, and threw mattresses in our front yard. Heidi came out and yelled at me for playing in the front yard. Apparently this was our house… We moved everything to the backyard and I went back out front to grab Jazzy. She insisted on walking through a very thorny bush trail that we have instead of the plain normal concrete side fence. Soon we were all jumping on the mattresses and as I got tired I fell face first and plopped down. Suddenly I was riding my motorcycle on a rocky road and my mind told me I was going to school, not just any school, but something like Hogwarts but not Hogwarts. I was then presented with two paths. One spiky thorn path, and one normal path, similar to when I was taking Jaz to the backyard, except this time there were two people guarding the thorn path telling me that it was dangerous. To me then, they looked human, almost in white military-style school uniforms, but now my brain is telling me they seem to have been trolls or goblins. Anyhow, I chose to ride down the thorn path despite they’re warnings, I remember them still waving me down and yelling for me to stop. Which I probably should’ve listened to because soon I was riding up a mountain. It reminded me of the mountain that I went riding with papa, along the mountainside on a ledge, yet it also reminds me of the mountain in Snow White where the Evil Queen falls off the ledge. And that’s exactly what happens to me, I was riding along the mountain ridge when suddenly my mind tells me, “holy fuck, you’re going to die”. Before I knew it, my front tires were falling off the ridge and I’m falling down the mountain side. I even thought to myself, this is a dream. I wanted to scream and cry but my death seemed so inevitable that it all felt futile. After what seemed like literally forever, I felt myself hit the ground, it wasn’t painful, but it was heavy. My motorcycle was next to me, but now it’s a crumpled up bike. Looking up, the mountain seemed to resemble Mount Olympus, foggy, tall, which it wasn’t before I fell. Looking across the mountain was a dessert, filled with quarts and ore, colorful and vibrant. I checked for my phone and there was service. I was debating whether to call my mom or call Heidi, and I called Heidi, knowing that my mother would “never understand”. First call never went through, I was at about 20% battery life and I literally thought to myself, “of course this bitch wouldn’t answer right now”. Second try, she finally answers but she was too busy, chasing jaz or managing the birthday party, which I think about now in this moment and I’m like, how the fuck do you not realize I’ve been gone. Third try, finally, is listening to me. I remember saying, “I fell off the mountain on my bike but somehow I’m alive. I fell where me and papa went riding, he would know where. Please call 911, or something.” As I’m pacing and talking I seemed to have walked through the cracks on the mountain wall into an alleyway. All the houses there were made of bricks, like old Venice, very red, rusty metal windows even. The alleys were tight, with sharp turns almost like a maze. Soon I peeked through a cross path and saw what seemed to be a courtyard, with children and an old man who was wearing a whistle on his neck with his hands behind his back. Near the other side of the crosspath I saw a piece of paper on someone’s window, I walked over to check and at that moment I wanted to see if I understood the writing. As I got closer the ink on the paper almost seemed to float and resurface like invisible ink. It was a music sheet, with notes, piano notes, and the line that I read, read “I saw”. At least it was English I thought. Suddenly I hear a little girl say, “Who are you?”. It was the little girl I saw in the courtyard. I said, “What country is this?” .. I don’t know why I said that, between “Who are you?”, “Where is this?”, or whatever I chose “What country is this?”. She looked back at the old man and looked at me all weird and said, “This is sanctuary.” And all I remember is looking around me and seeing a very old church looking building without the cross and a red grandma style chair next to the front door before waking up.
This dream seems to be a reflection of various aspects of your inner thoughts, emotions, and experiences. Here is a breakdown of some possible interpretations:
Birthday Celebration: The celebration of yours and Cody's birthday could symbolize a desire for renewal or starting fresh in some aspect of your life. The fact that Cody is portrayed as a child could represent innocence, joy, or a carefree attitude that you long for.
Jumping on Mattresses: Jumping on mattresses instead of trampolines due to financial constraints could indicate feelings of limitation or restriction in your waking life. It may also symbolize the need to make do with what you have and find joy in simple things.
White Truck and Mattress Throwing: The appearance of someone driving a white truck similar to your dad's could symbolize familiarity and guidance. The act of throwing mattresses could suggest a desire for support or comfort in challenging times.
Choosing the Thorn Path: Riding your motorcycle down the thorn path despite warnings may represent a tendency to take risks or follow your own path, even if it leads to uncertain or dangerous situations. It could reflect a sense of adventure or a willingness to challenge conventional beliefs.
Falling off the Mountain: Falling off the mountain and facing imminent death may signify feelings of vulnerability, fear, or a sense of being overwhelmed in your waking life. The acceptance of the situation in the dream could indicate a need to confront fears or accept unavoidable circumstances.
Calling Heidi: Calling Heidi instead of your mother in a time of crisis may suggest a need for emotional support from a specific person who understands you better or who you trust more in difficult situations.
Sanctuary: The concept of sanctuary at the end of the dream could symbolize a need for security, peace, or a safe space where you can escape from challenges or find solace. The presence of the old man and the little girl may represent wisdom, guidance, or innocence.
Overall, this dream appears to touch on themes of resilience, facing challenges, seeking guidance, and finding comfort in difficult times. It may reflect your subconscious processing of emotions, desires, and conflicts that you are experiencing in your waking life.