I had an interesting dream last night

There were 2 of me - each on separate sides of a river. On one side of the river I was one of a crowd of a thousand or so all spread out in front of the face of a steep rocky mountain. I saw the dream from the perspective of the other side of the river. There was a battle raging, and the leader of those of us on my side of the river felt they needed to speak to us. So we all sat down cross legged as if we were in grade school and listened. While we were being spoken to there was a command given for a firing squad type shooting to be directed to the other side - and within seconds there were hundreds of random shots fired. I watched out of the corner of my eye as bodies slowly crumpled to the ground on the other side, not seeming to care much . . . until I remembered that there was another me on that other side and I quickly scanned for a sign of my existence. I couldn't see myself, so I looked for the lady that had been standing by me. I found her and my eyes instantly looked to her feet to see a lifeless body lying there - the body of me. I did not hesitate at all in standing up and shouting "No!". I quickly crossed the river - walking on the water - and went to kneel by my lifeless body. Realizing that I was not a tangible being - but rather a spirit - I begged the forces of nature to let my spirit re-enter this lifeless corpse in front of me. All the while I was wailing - deep, sorrowing, painful cries of pain. Pain of body and spirit. I couldn't be dead. There was still so much for me to do.

And then suddenly, as if someone had administered a saving breath to that lifeless body, it awoke gasping for air. And as soon as that happened I could no longer see things from the eyes of a spirit - I could no longer see things from the other side. I was now on the right side - alive - and I went around telling everyone what had happened to me. The dream seemed to last forever as I wandered around telling people. "I was dead!" I would say. "I saw myself, I was dead, and it was so sad, but I came back! look!"

The thing that stands out to me the most from this dream is the wailing. The weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth - as they say. It was so deep in my dream that I can still feel the pain in my chest today. It was quite tangible.

The meanings to this dream are many. The nature of the dream played a lot from a game I have been playing lately - especially the fact that I could walk over the water. But I would like to think that this dream was meant to get through to me. Just typing it out here I'm noticing so many interesting things. So many things that seem obvious to me now.

I love dreams. Always have, always will. I ought to open up a dream center someday. Encourage people to come in and tell me about their dreams and then I could try to help them interpret. I've always felt I had a knack for it. It would be a delicate process, carefully peeling back the layers of symbolism and then helping the dreamer see what lies beneath. That would be fun. A fun, interesting spin on the therapy approach. That's it. Someday I will be a therapist who specializes in helping you fix your life by showing you what the music you listen to does for you - whether it's helping or hurting. Then I'll show you what your dreams do. Then I'll give you a big bear hug and send you on your way.