From: stu5s14@bcrka287.bnr.ca (James Cherry)
Subject: Persecution Dreams
Followup-To: alt.dreams
Originator: stu5s14@bcrka287
Keywords: persecution
Organization: Bell-Northern Research, Ottawa, Canada
Date: Tue, 1 Sep 1992 13:31:23 GMT

This is something I typed in a while ago (back on May 26 of this year) but I
don't think it ever got posted.  Here it is again.

    Yesterday morning I had a dream in which everyone hated me.  I was on a
747 to Australia (my parents are Australian and my sister is going on a
honeymoon there soon) with a bunch of people around my age (upper-year and
just-graduated univeristy students).  I was talking with the pilot and the
ten other people or so who were present in the airplane, and after a couple
of minutes, everyone got up with a contemptuous look on their face and left
the area where I was.  One girl said as she was leaving, "What a geek!"
Then I woke up.

    At this point, in real life the time was about 5:45am, and I didn't have
to get up for another hour, so I went back to sleep.  The dream continued.
By this time I had made it to Australia (for some reason, I knew I was in
Sydney).  The group of us were organized into playing this game where one
person was "it", and they had to ask others questions in a certain sequence
so that they too would become "it".  Gradually, everyone would get converted
to being "it", and the last person to be converted would win.  A woman who I
assume was the organizer of the trip, or the game, or something, realized
that I was having a hard time getting along with everyone, so she made me
"it".  She was wearing a yellow golf shirt and grey track pants, and she
had moderately long brown hair.  In retrospect, it would make more sense
for her to have not made me "it".  Anyway, there was a fairly big rule book
(about fifty pages) which I looked at in bafflement.  A friend of mine who
hadn't been there previously was now there, and he seemed to know how to
play it, but it was too complex for him to explain quickly.  Then the game
started, and any time I tried to ask anyone what I was supposed to do, they
would answer me as though I was playing the game, and give me a nonsense
answer indicating that I had not successfully converted them.  No one I asked
would help me, and they were all mocking me.

    The last part of the dream, I was in the piano room downstairs in my
house.  The light through the window made it seem as though it was about
10:30am in my dream.  One guy was sitting in one corner of the room, and a
girl was wearing a dark green jacket and sitting in the opposite corner.
They were both laughing at me and making fun of me, commenting on my clothes;
the girl even said sarcastically, "Wow, he's got his ring!"  (I just
graduated from engineering and received the iron ring recently; I suppose
in the dream I had drawn attention to the ring.)  Then, a friend of mine
called Ted who I happened to see this past Saturday for the first time in a
couple of years was in the doorway to the room, and he tried to defend me,
saying, "If you guys would just try to get to know him, you would find he's
not that bad a guy."  The guy and girl were still derisive, and the guy
said, "Oh, way to get your friends to try and defend you."  Then I woke up.

    Now, this is about the fourth or fifth such dream I've had in the last
four years.  In life, I don't think it would be fair to say that I'm
unpopular or persecuted.  When younger, things were a little rougher, but I
was never picked on the way some kids were.  I woke up from this dream (as I
have with all other such dreams) feeling really bad.  You know, that sort of
cold-heart feeling.  This latest one was, I think, the most vivid of all of
them.  It really made me think, "Man, it would have been hell to be one of
the kids that nobody liked when we were all younger."  Perhaps these dreams
are being caused by feelings of residual guilt over me tormenting others when
I was young?  Maybe, but I doubt it.  I never really participated in the sort
of cruel teasing that others did, at least not to any great extent.

	Anyone else have dreams akin to this one?

-- 
James A. Cherry
"Can't you little sheep think for yourselves?!" - The Hipster
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