Last night I had a very weird dream, I can recall it completely, specially towards the end when it all started becoming one hell of a nightmare.
I’m not very keen on the idea of writing dreams online, I think dreams should remain privately out of blogs, cause all the appeal of blog reading to me lies on the voyeuristic idea of taking a peek into someone’s life, and even though dreams are part of everyone’s life, they do not satisfy the voyeur in me. Following this principle, I had tried to avoid writing about my dreams online, I won’t say I’m not guilty of this, I had written about my dreams about two or three times in the past 8 years (Yes, I’ve been blogging for over 8 years) but every time I’ve done it, it’s been just about a couple of sentences or a small paragraph regardless of how intense/strange/emotional the dream was.
This time, won’t be the exception. I feel like I really need to share/Vent over this particular dream.
I can’t really remember how my dream started, all I remember is me being at home, a weird home, not really my home, but I place I called home there, and my boyfriend coming over and telling me how we really, really must get married ASAP, he even took me to a weird-looking church underground, where I was treated like an hindu bride by faceless women, and then taken to the altar to him. There we were alone, none else was on that church and we started talking, which in my dream meant we were getting married. At this point, my friends, I am afraid, scared to hell actually, I am sure I don’t want to do that, I am sure I don’t what to get married at that point, not yet, I’m just not ready to go that way, and no matter what are the consequences, I have to let him know I love him, but can’t go through that yet, and I tell him. He says he understands, but seems sad, and then everything starts to crumble, everything starts to fall down, the church, the floor, everything, and when I notice I’ve lost him. He’s gone. I wake up.
I slept again after that, but my dreams were all hectic like a post-war sci-fi movie, and it was not really related.
I am a believer of dream meanings, not in the traditional “let’s look for ‘wedding’ in the dream-dictionary and see what will happen in the future” but more like an understanding of what is going on with my mind, my heart, fears, worries and everything, and based on all of this, this dream in particular really scares me. It’s not about the marriage thing, or maybe it is, I’m not sure. A couple of years ago, I felt I was more than ready to get it on, and was even engaged for a while, then it all ended and my whole perspective of marriage changed, I hadn’t considered it for years,even at this point, when I am more than happy about my relationship, my idea of ever getting married changes often and from one day to the other.
Yet… lately I’ve been under a lot of pressure about not living up to what is expected of me. I try not to think about it, but the fact that I am 25 yrs. old, had not finish my career (none of them), and that my generation is getting married, having kids, emancipating, enrolling in stable jobs and buying houses, while I try to get my way into freelancing, still rely on my family, I just engage myself in 5 more years of school, and even my mom’s been asking me when is she going to get a baby grand-kid. It’s really stressful.
I hate to complain about my life. In general, I adore my life, I am in this magnificent relationship in which I had not even had a single fight in one and a half years of us being together, we’re on the right track. I’m working my ass off in school, started my own business, and have been working on many projects that fill me with passion and joy. I am happy. Yet, I wonder. Am I accomplishing all this thing that make me so proud a little too late? Am I so in the right track as I think? Should I be getting married and having kids? Finding a stable job and forgetting my self-employment dreams? Should I start to embrace that kind of life I despite so much? I say no.
I think my dream reflects this concern of mine. I am right now living a life I love, and I want to believe everything I want is possible, it’s not really that I don’ want to have all those ‘grown up stuff’, I want some of that, I can see the bliss of stability, I just don’t want it right now, but I guess, now that so much people around me is doing what is expected of them and fitting in the stereotype, I better get use to feeling like an outcast for trying to live the dream. And I better get a good ‘comeback’ for when people asks why am I being such an immature weirdo.
Amino Love and Acid Kisses