despite waking

I was with one team that went to another planet. (Woo! but seemed so nonchalant at the time.) We had just arrived on what was supposedly Mars. The horizon was smaller than that of Earth’s somehow; a bizarre effect. The planet was mostly brown and had lots and lots of TREES. Yay, Mars with trees. Twas a happy dream.

My team and I were hiding from another force (also human) on the planet. We had to sneak around and avoid detection. At one point we were no longer outside in the open but were in a kitchen that was somehow outside (free-standing with no roof). I told my team (I was not the leader; I don’t recall a leader) that we can’t be going into the kitchen like that especially at night. Hardly clandestine to go around flicking on light switches and rustling through drawers!

In another dream that night, I was at my grandmother’s house. My grandmother and grandfather were not there, and it was their old house, and things were arranged differently. Again I was in the kitchen. The refrigerator was in the real-life dining area. I was going through the refrigerator looking through things I had left the last time I had been there. There was an plastic inflatable doll (not THAT kind of doll, people) that was still partially full of jell-o? in one leg? Okay, that was very weird. Then there was an incredibly bad piece of bologna (complete with flies, in refrigerator), and at least three or four containers of chili. I think I pretty much emptied the fridge and there was nothing for me to eat…

The general feeling of these dreams was one of exploration- going to another planet certainly added adventure in there too, while a spy mission on Mars itself indicated ambition and distrust of others (without outright war). The kitchen aspect is more a place of emotional warmth, acceptance. That I didn’t think I should be spending so much time in the kitchen on Mars might mean that while I wanted more emotional security, I was afraid to rely on friends, or that I was afraid of being too sentimental, overly-friendly with others, and not realistic enough. It appears my team was looking for something there. Still, I was overall happy, and the trees are always a good sign of strength and personal growth.

That I was searching through the refrigerator in my grandparent’s old house seems to be me looking through my family’s past- including memories of time spent with family and my family themselves and what I may have inherited or learned from them. The doll hints at childhood; that it was plastic made me feel that I as a child was an artificial construct- I simply acted how others wanted me or expected me to act, in order to please them. The doll being mostly completely deflated speaks of my low self-esteem. It does have at least one leg to stand on, but that leg is full of jell-o. Not exactly rock solid, there. Rotten meat is never a good thing, to my knowledge- perhaps health problems- and coupled with quite a lot of chili, one might think the health problems were directly linked to intense emotions and bad temper. It is really sort of sad that I did not find anything sustaining in the fridge, and that I was alone in the house to boot. At least on Mars I was part of a team.