Rarely do I dream about real people; I usually create my own original characters for each dream (though I never name them). Last night I had one of the craziest dreams I ever had.
In this dream I had an aunt, a grandmother, and, in this one particular instance, a great-aunt that looked (and sounded) like Charlotte Rae on that old TV show The Facts Of Life; they all lived in a little bungalow. Right beside the bungalow was a small cabin where I lived.
It was Christmastime and it was snowing really hard. In the bungalow was an eight-foot Christmas tree that reached the ceiling. It was maybe six feet from the wall that faced my cabin. Against the perpendicular wall, in line with the tree, were a stuffed chair and some shelves and boxes containing ALL of my tools and craft supplies. Also with the Christmas tree were a six-foot statue of an angel with folded wings and a six-foot statue of Achilles (I think). I was in my cabin cooking up a few vegetables since, for some strange reason, I was craving them.
Somehow or other the whole cabin burst into flames. I got out safely just before it burnt to the ground—absolutely nothing was left. I ran into the bungalow and the wall that had faced my cabin was roaring with the hugest hottest blaze I ever saw. I tried to help my relatives put it out, but I couldn’t do any good. So I tried to run over to save all my belongings but my relatives wouldn’t let me; they kept yelling at me to leave, so I left. I think I went to another cabin to spend the night, but I couldn’t sleep: I kept grieving over the loss of all my craft things.
In the morning, I ran back over to the bungalow, where I saw a most incredible sight! There was no sign of fire, other than a very occasional tiny wisp of steam. The Christmas tree was covered with snow, and five big snowmen stood in a row beside it! I ran over to the three shorter snowmen and started clawing the snow off the faces of my relatives. The three of them had piled snow from the blizzard onto themselves, the two statues, and the Christmas tree to make snowmen and a snow tree for a barrier so cold it extinguished the fire.
Not a single thing in their bungalow had been lost, and they all seemed OK. ”Would you please hand us towels to dry this water out of our ears?” my great-aunt requested, flicking some water out of the right one. I hugged them and thanked them profusely.
I was telling this crazy dream to others this morning and they seemed very entertained by it. One lady said she thought the dream was brought on by the sudden change in temperature. I can’t help but wonder, though, if it was because my fever broke this morning. I had had a cold for more than a week, and I think I’ve had water on my ears, too. Around the end of last month I’d received a poorly worded business letter that I had immediately assumed meant I was about to lose my home and everything else. When I went to their office to straighten things out, I was sick and my ears hurt (but thankfully, it turned out to be nothing).
I think the dream had more to do with that incident than anything else, since the majority of its focus was placed on my possessions.
Christmas would symbolize peace of mind and financial freedom (though it is KEVmastime, as well—my own personal holiday!), and fire would symbolize a lack of control (since I thought I was going to lose everything). As to the rest of the details, I have no idea. Yesterday I read about Achilles online, but pulled up Facts of Life months ago. How I was able to recall Charlotte’s name is beyond me. Why did she make such an impression on me? I didn’t even have time to watch that clip.