Had the craziest dream last night and need to write it down. It started with me skiing. I was at some ski resort and a man there asked me to ski with him and his friend. I don't know him. I do not see his face but he has a man bun and does not seem attractive. For whatever reason he assumed I was a good skier. As we're going up the lift he asks me which run I want to do and points at runs that seem like expert/double blacks. I'm afraid to admit I'm not that good and am looking for the run that looks the easiest, like a black. I am also afraid of falling off the lift, it does not feel secure. The unload is weird/scary and I am afraid I will fall but I successfully get off the lift and the exit area is so packed with people that it is difficult to maneuver. I'm somewhere ritzy, like Aspen, but in Europe. Dad is there too waiting at the top of the lift and we meet up with him. Then this sequence ends. Then the dream shifts. As the dream progresses I realize that the ski sequence is a memory of my first meeting with my husband. I am next in a room, my parents are there. They want me to get some type of surgery (perhaps a gallbladder removal but it seems like something more ominous) and I refuse to consent. I have amnesia. I know they're my parents but I can't remember anything else, who I am, other people, etc. They bring in a man to speak with me, he's very handsome. He obviously knows me, and I can sense that I should know him, but I don't remember him. I look down at my left hand and realize I am wearing a ring - I'm married. I ask him who he is - is he my husband? The question brings him to tears and I can tell he is heartbroken, but he won't answer me. He asks me other questions and I don't know the answers to any of them, I can't remember. I keep asking him who I am and who he is but he won't tell me, he just keeps asking me questions. At this point I realize they've brought him in to claim I'm "insane" so they can force my consent to the surgery. I plead with him to not let them do this to me and to tell me who I am. During this whole conversation we are getting closer and closer across the table and we are both crying and we kiss, a very brief, gentle almost-kiss. A kiss that feels incomplete. I can tell he is heartbroken and torn but he chooses not to help me and sides with them. Then as I'm being taken away I somehow escape. I run into a helicopter and start flying it away. I'm struggling to use the controls and figure them out. I am being pursued by a whole army/a fleet of fighter planes but they don't look like modern planes, more futuristic. Since I can't fly properly I am shot down, but survive the crash. Just as I'm about to be captured some rebels show up and save me, we escape. They take me to somewhere in the mountains, somewhere cold with lots of snow. Just as we arrive the "bad guys" arrive behind us looking for me. I hide alongside the cars parked on the side of the road. I try to hide under one of the vehicles but I cannot fit underneath. I hear the bad guys walking around about to discover me, but there is a large snowbank to my right and at the last minute I get the idea to burrow into it to hide. It's successful and I conceal myself in the snow right as they walk around the car. I hear them walking on the snow right next to me but they don't see me. My eyes are peering through just a little bit and a couple of the rebel women see me but don't say anything, they're on my side. The bad guys are about to leave when the lead bad guy (a woman I think) senses that perhaps I might be hiding in the snow. I hear her and burrow even further into the snow. She searches where I was previously hiding but I am no longer there and they stop searching the snow right before they find me. A man stares right at me and I think I'm caught but I stay completely still and he comments that the snow I'm in looks like someone he knows. I realize it looks like a snowman/formation to him and he's making a joke. I stay completely still and am praying he stops staring and they leave before I make a movement. Fortunately he does and the bad guys leave without discovering me. As soon as they're gone I make a run for it. I think I'm among "friends" but I still don't trust anyone. Even though I don't remember where I am, it feels familiar. Suddenly I'm scaling a structure like a parkour ninja. The structure is not a building per say but a series of residences. It's like a hidden rebel city and I'm racing my way all the way to the top, to my home. I get to the very top and enter a residence through the roof which at first is open but then is a secret entrance only I know about. At the top I look down right before entering and realize I'm very high off the ground. I enter the residence and realize it's a home. Even though I don't remember it, I know it's my home. The decor is very warm, brown leather couches, mahogany wood. I'm making my way through the residence, rushing because I don't have much time before they catch up to me. I know the rebels saw me and are right behind me/after me. I'm trying to search the home for something, anything that feels familiar, that will trigger my memory. But the home is too big and there are too many pieces of furniture, etc. that I don't know where to look. As I'm making my way through the home I realize it's much bigger than I realized with many rooms. It's all just one floor, but each room/hall leads to another room. As I make my way through I see remnants of a child, a toy gun, other toys. I realize I have/had a little boy. Something makes me think he died. The home is a mess, like it was left in a hurry. I make my way to a pile of clothes before they find me but I do not find what I'm looking for. Next I am watching some sort of ceremony. It's a rebel ceremony and I know they're my people. I'm in some sort of hanger that feels like maybe it's in space. The men are soldiers and they're all standing, staggered on these individual levitating platforms. Then I see women dressed in fancy red chiffon greek/style dresses standing on the floor in the center of the hanger. They all have large distinctive tattoos on their bodies. They're staggered/posing in a presentational style. I hear a man say "the ladies have arrived" and then each man "retrieves" his lady by lifting her into the sky. I walk into the hanger in a grey robe disguised among other people in gray robes. I suddenly reveal myself to the men and shout "which one of you is my husband?" but all the men are gone, the platforms are empty. I look down and realize I'm only wearing a grey towel and one of my boobs is exposed, but at the same time it's not. The rebels around me help me and say my husband is not here, they know who I am. I have a sense that I am their leader, my husband and I. A woman takes me to somewhere I can change. Suddenly I'm in a room that feels like a closet but is also an AI computer. I ask the computer who my husband is and the computer responds that his name is Tariq al-"something". I am surprised to hear an Arab name, it's not what I was expecting. Then I ask the computer to show me a picture of him and it shows me a man I immediately recognize as the man I met skiing. He has blue/green eyes and a man bun. He appears to be of mixed ethnicity, perhaps half Arab/half white. He is not the attractive I was expecting - not as attractive as the man from the room, but I know there's something about him, that he is charming, a leader, that there are probably other reasons I married him. I ask the computer where he is and it says that he is away on a military ship holding the hostages (he leads the ship). He does not know what has happened to me. I deduce from this that what happened to me must have happened relatively recently and quickly. Too quickly for the news to spread to him. I also deduce that we are some kind of rebels and we did something that involved capturing "bad guy" hostages, but we are not the bad guys. Something must have gone wrong and I got injured and captured in an accident that caused my amnesia. Then I ask the computer about the other people I've met since returning, the different women. It tells me there are some I can trust and some I should be cautious around. No one is my enemy, they are all rebel "friends" but I trust some more than others. I come to realize the computer is AI and at the same time also a type of diary of my past thoughts and memories that I have spoken/recorded. I'm not 100% sure on this, but I think the computer also tells me that my son was with the man from the room, not with Tariq. I try to ask the computer about the man but do not get an answer. I think at this point the dream ends and I wake up. **Side note - at some point in the dream I am given a tattoo by the rebels. I don't really like it, it feels foreign. I realize that the rebels have tattoos but I look at my body and I don't have any. I realize that my tattoos must have been removed when I was captured.
This dream is rich in imagery and symbolism, revealing deep currents of emotion, personal history, and the struggle for identity. Let's interpret the key elements.
The dream begins with a skiing adventure that symbolizes your journey through life, incorporating elements of risk, fear, and uncertainty. You feel out of your depth (not as skilled a skier) but pressured to perform. The man with a man bun represents an unknown aspect of yourself or a potential new relationship that is still being formed. The fears of falling off the lift may mirror anxieties about your ability to navigate life or confront challenges.
Transitioning to the memory of meeting your husband reveals a longing for connection and understanding—essentially, a desire to reclaim parts of your past. His presence signifies an important relationship, yet your amnesia represents a feeling of loss or disconnection from your own identity. Your parents, who want you to undergo surgery, symbolize authority figures in your life pushing for changes you're uncomfortable with. The surgery might suggest an underlying fear of losing autonomy or control over your circumstances.
The man brought in by your parents signifies a part of yourself that feels familiar yet remains elusive due to your amnesia. There's an emotional turbulence as you can sense a bond with him, although he ultimately chooses not to reveal his connection, reflecting a fear of abandonment or the difficulty of truly knowing someone or being known.
The struggle to fly the helicopter and being pursued by futuristic planes indicates a desire for freedom but also the anxiety that comes from feeling trapped. The crashing helicopter symbolizes encountering failure and vulnerability in your attempts to escape your circumstances. Meeting rebels signals a turning point: finding allies or support systems in times of crisis.
The snowbank represents both concealment and the fragility of your situation. Your ability to hide showcases adaptability and resourcefulness, with the narrow escape from enemies portraying a triumph over fear. The comment about the snowman emphasizes the tension between perception and reality—suggesting that others may not see you for who you truly are.
Reaching a home you instinctively know, despite the chaos, reflects a deep desire for belonging and comfort. The remnants of a child evoke feelings of nostalgia, loss, and perhaps a mourning of potential futures (the toy gun and the feeling of loss). This indicates unresolved grief or fear of not being equipped to fulfill responsibilities or roles that you cherish.
The rebel ceremony signifies empowerment through community. Dressed in gray, feeling exposed yet powerful, indicates the duality of vulnerability and strength. The command to find your husband reflects a search for guidance and certainty in a transitional time in your life.
The AI computer represents your subconscious, holding fragmented memories and insights about your history and identity. Revelation of your husband’s identity as Tariq and that he leads a military ship suggests that your life is intertwined with larger narratives or battles—perhaps your challenges are not just personal but resonate within societal structures or expectations.
The tattoo you receive from the rebels symbolizes belonging and identity, yet the discomfort associated with it reflects the feeling of being marked by experiences that are not entirely your own. This indicates a struggle with integrating past experiences into your current self.
This dream encapsulates themes of identity, belonging, the search for love and understanding, and the fear of loss—both of autonomy and of self. You are navigating complex emotions tied to personal history and connection, with a desire to reclaim lost aspects of your identity and find your place in the world. Overall, it suggests an ongoing journey of self-discovery, resilience, and the importance of community in facing life's adversities.