I was a princess. My mother was the queen and she had lots of girls and only two boys. We were all wearing beautiful princess and queen dresses. The Queen was a little weird, and she wanted us all to die in front of a crowd of people. The next day, we were all piled onto this boat. All the girls (I think that there was six or seven of us) were sitting and smiling. Then, someone came around and nailed our dresses to the floor. I looked around. There were people watching us. Hundreds and hundreds of them. My mother, the Queen, was saying it was time to die. I tried to run, but people caught me and put me back on my chair and nailed my dress to the floor, so I couldn’t go anywhere. Then, the boat started to sink. And my Mother yelled “Girls, I always wanted you to die in front of millions of people.” And then the color changed. Everything was very black and orange. It was really scary.
Then I saw myself drowning. I slipped off my dress and escaped the grass that was trying to eat me. Then I saw that my Mother had two daughters on the sides of her. They were in a large case. I ran over to my favorite sister (I think.) and I took her case and brought it over where she could breathe. Her dress was green. I opened the case, and she didn’t start to breathe. I thought about doing CPR to her, but I ran away instead because all the people were booing because I saved her. They all wanted her to die. I ran and saw my father and two sons. They were in modern-day clothes. “Why are you still alive?” He asked. And I told him that I saved my sister too. He shook his head and walked away.
For the rest of the night, people would look at me and boo me, or say how selfish I was for saving my sister. And then an angry mob came and got me. But then a group leader separated them. And then we went into a group therapy session. The lady asked what my name was ... and strangely enough ... I gave her my real name—not the name of the person in the dream. The person in the dream’s name was Katie; mine is Kadie. People kept saying how stupid I was, and I kept saying I was sorry. But I knew I wasn’t. And then we all went to a huge party. It wasn’t really a party though, it was just where lots of people were. There was this thing. It was like a very long piece of fabric. It must have been forty feet long. It was spray-painted orange and pink, and was naturally black. There was a person on the other end who was waving it, saying to come across. Someone budged me, and I went right back ahead of them. But this wasn’t an ordinary bridge ... it was above some type of a huge valley that was very deep. I made it across the bridge. And my friend welcomed me over and cheered for me ... and then I woke up.
What does this mean?
