Just a dream.

My maths class was about to get over. It was raining heavily. I missed getting myself marked present in class. I went to staff room and requested the professor that I was solving a maths problem, so just missed my roll call. Professor was adamant at not marking me ‘present’ at first but finally marked so.

I was enjoying watching the rain, pouring down heavily thumping at the ground, from the corridors of the first floor. He was not present today. I don’t know why but it was a disappointment. I usually love it when he is present the days I come to school as then I get to see him. Anyway, it’s okay, I thought. I untied my hair as it was the last period of the entire session and it was, in a way, quite relieving. I was reminiscing the good times I spent in the place and planning on how to study for the final exams. Nothing was wrong but something was missing, really missing. There was quiteness in the corridor as most of my fellow students had left. I didn’t realise that I was standing there for about fifteen minutes by now. Then, came a classmate to me in a hurry and said “come with me downstairs, he is waiting for you”. It was perplexing at first as I was not used to this kind of behaviour in school. I never hurried before this. But this time, it didn’t feel wrong, infact, it felt like something was so right. I didn’t even ask him who he was talking about, I just ran with that fellow to go downstairs. And then, there he was..yes, it was him ! for whom my my eyes n soul were searching.

…..After this what happened, I really don’t want to even write. It was everything I could wish for…..

Nightmare of Helplessness-Interpretation required.

This is a paragraph that I have found as a dream interpretation. I don’t know why I see some horrible dreams full of helplessness. I need some more clues or clear interpretation as to what actually they mean.

So, today I saw one such dream, or I say, a nightmare. Dream was quite long but I am writing about only that part that is bothering me the most.. My father and I were in a marketplace and he had an argument with a wholesale merchant about the price of some products, which he denied to buy, started going down a lane in the open in frustration. I was following him. I was a kid. I heard the merchant calling some men for attacking us. My father was walking with a good speed, I was lagging behind. I was trying to speed up as he was not listening to me when I was trying to tell him what I heard. Suddenly, a group of four-five goons came, held him and did beat him so mercilessly. They broke his that arm completely whose elbow was broken in real. He was drenched in blood. He initially tried to fight but all in vain. It all happened within seconds. They kept on beating him, and finally he died. I was at a distance, some people held me and I screamed like never before out of innate helplessness. Then I woke up.

Once in a while, I see such nightmares of immense helplessness in which always a group is attacking, mostly I see myself being attacked by mob, stabbed with knives, or killed in some ruthless ways. Fights, Bloodshed and death by a group or mob is the main theme of most of my nightmares. This time it was related to my father, which increased my intensity manifolds, that too about which I could not do anything. This was the feeling of helplessness like never before.

Is there anyone who can interpret dreams/nightmates and their symbols paychologically or throw some light?

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