This time I was aware I was dreaming that I was dreaming a dream. It is difficult to explain, but I felt like I was one (and was aware there were others) who had been injected into the dream I was knew I was having. I was looking for these others, but none of the people I ran into were responsive. Trying to interact with them was like wandering in some sort of virtual reality with no real substance. I also got the sense that I was being the eyes for others who were observing through me. A consciousness injected into some sort of avatar body that I knew wasn't really there.
I felt I was one, of several, who were attempting to salvage a situation I sensed had gone very wrong. I was trying to find someone to help me, but no one was responding to my attempts to get them to listen. I was also searching for the way back out of the situation I had been interjected into.
I found myself in a great hall with a number of people. There was like a
great dance and banquet in progress. I wandered away from the crowd and in one of the great hallways, that wasn't so full of people, I found a
portrait of man I knew was significant. I knew it was a portrait of one
of the people I was looking for, but it was from a very different time.
In the portrait he was wearing armor and looked like a knight or a
king. I slipped the portrait off the wall and knew I needed to keep the painting safe. To be sure no one could
find it, or see what I had done, I hid it under a bunch of golden
leaves in an unused room. I left the room and continued to seek someone
who would be responsive to my inquiries. I knew that a responsive person
would mean it was someone like me. I couldn't find anyone though that
was 'real'...they all just seemed like mirages when I got close to them.
In frustration I went back to look for the portrait, but the place was
like a maze and I could no longer find the painting.
I then found myself inside a large truck and I pulled up in front of a house that felt like it was supposed to be my home. My purpose was still the same, only trying to find anyone to help me at my home. I then got out of the truck and approached the house. No one appeared to be there. As I went inside, I heard the engine stall on the truck and sputter to a stop. I panicked, knowing that the truck needed to stay running. Otherwise, I knew I would be trapped and unable to go anywhere. Without even getting a chance to look inside the house, I ran back to try and restart the truck.
As I ran up to the truck, I noticed for the first time, a huge tree trunk in the back of the truck. It was at least 6 feet in diameter. I immediately knew this was the tree that had produced the leaves I had used earlier to hide the portrait I had lost. I then noticed a fire truck had pulled up along side the truck and a fireman was now inside the driver's seat, working to get it started.
This befuddled me for a moment. I began to doubt if this truck was really the one I was supposed to be driving.
I walked up to the fireman and asked him what he was doing, not really expecting to get a response, in the same manner as everyone else I approached never responded. To my surprise he turned to me and emphatically stated that he saw what was happening and it was his job to help in emergencies. He realized how imperative it was to help me get the truck restarted and so that the load I was hauling got to where it needed to go. I told him that the tree in the back had already been cut down and was dead now. He replied that that didn't matter. He started the truck and pulled me back into it.
I then found myself dragging my unconscious husband into an emergency room. I knew he was dying and there wasn't much time to try and save him. Again nobody responded to my attempts to get help. In frustration I dragged his limp body onto a gurney and started CPR. Nothing. I knew that his heart had stopped and he needed surgery. My cries for help still got no one to respond. I felt that if I didn't do the what was needed, no one else would, and he would be lost forever.
I pulled out a plastic blanket and then ripped off my husband's clothes to prepare him for surgery ... trying to keep him covered as I also tried to keep doing CPR and prepare the surgical equipment ... all by myself!
Finally a woman behind me said something. She said, "He's not covered up."
I turned and saw a blond woman standing by the emergency exit. I saw that, in my focus to get his chest covered, I had failed to cover the lower half of his now exposed body. I yanked the blanket over the rest of him, and pissed off, I yelled at her to help me then. But she was no longer paying me any heed. It was like she was back in some sort of trance.
I looked around and realized, in that moment, that she and my husband were the only other 'real' people there...and both of them were beyond my reach. Even so, my husband, the only one that I had hope of saving was slipping away from me...
My husband then walked into the bedroom and 'woke' me up...
.JPG)
