The President told me I talk loudly - Dream

[nickhk]

Last night, Dreaming.

Open, We are standing on a second floor catwalk, overlooking a square or small park.  It's mid day, and I'm having a conversation with a friend, nondescript dream friend.

He is interested in a purchase I made recently, a dream purchase, apparently I'd bought a rifle of some kind.  It had a scope on it.  I would show it to him.

I pulled it out from behind the door to the catwalk, glancing down at it as I held it.  He thinks it looks cool, or badass. I look up, smile and tell him I think so too.

I look out and down to the park.  There are people sitting on bleachers listening to a standing man in a suit.

They are very close to me, less than 50 feet.  The man is addressing the crowd, they are so close he doesn't need a mic.  He stops.

The man looks behind him, over his shoulder, and looks up at me.  His expression is neutral.  I recognize him as President Obama.

I drop the rifle immediately.  It clatters on the patio floor.

I look down the catwalk, my friend is gone.

I verbalize an apology or explanation, and I expect a charge of Secret Service agents rounding the corner to tackle me.

 

Nothing.

 

I am now sitting in a grand-stand of 20-30 people, near to where I was, and watching the President address the crowd.  The grandstand is behind him, and I am behind him.

A middle aged or older woman behind me says to me that I am moron, or prone to mistakes or something.  Insulting me.

I look at her, think, and tell her she's a small person.  I keep my gaze on her for another second, then turn forward again.

The President is no longer addressing the crowd, and he's not in front of them either.

I look around, and am startled as I find him sitting right next to me.

His tone is neutral.  He says

"You're rather loud" He says.

"You should keep it down" He says.

I reply that I do project my voice.  My gaze lingers on him another second, and I turn forward again.

End.

 

 

Not sure I'm looking for interpretations, but if you'd like to have a go, go for it.

Life details:

New semester of college started Monday.

Yesterday:

Got a non-committal reply for an internship

Read the first act of Hamlet.  Posted something about taxation being wrong on a discussion board for an online college course I'm taking.

Played some first person shooter video games.

 

Mostly, I wanted to share it.  The title alone makes me laugh.  I'm interested to hear what you think of this dream.

[thornyd]

Really cool dream! I can never seem to remember my dreams clearly enough to write down the whole sequence.

Could this dream have been influenced by the recent Assault-weapons ban debate perhaps?

My amateurish interpretation of this dream is that you know you have something incredibly powerful, but you are afraid to bring it to bear on the people in your life - in the dream you are in a perfect sniper position to take out the head-statist (the President, possibly your father), and you have the necessary tools to do so (the rifle with a scope, AKA very powerful philosophy).

At the moment you don't really take this philosophy seriously. You view this philosophy is just a neat toy - a really badass toy, and your friend thinks it is pretty cool too.

But all it takes is a neutral look from an authority figure and you give up. (You fear your family's disapproval?) You are alone in your stand for truth, as your friend bails when it looks like there might be the slightest bit of trouble.

Then you are in a crowd. An older woman (possibly your mother?) insults you, and you tell her she's small, then you turn back to watch the president. This seems like you are surrounded by empty people with whom you share little in common, and even though they antagonize you, you still cannot leave them. You have a desire for connection with people combined with contempt for those same people.

Finally the authority figure is sitting right beside you and neutrally tells you that you are rather loud and should keep it down. You agree with him, and turn away. You don't confront him about his unjust authority. You don't walk away. You are paralyzed.

 

Maybe you need to talk to your parents?

[nickhk]

Hey thanks, it's neat to see my dream filtered through someone's mind.  It shows omissions of my life that would have been helpful, and whatever preconceptions the other person brings.  It's fascinating.

As for assault weapons debate, I'm not sure that has much to do with it, if anything.  I don't think I was aware that was a thing.  And the bit about the president, where I drop the weapon, I had the thought then "I've got a gun in my hands within range of the president.  I am going to be shot to death."  I wasn't lucid in the dream, I thought it was real.  I get the metaphor of powerful philosophy against the state and power though.

My parents are not in my life.

If this is related to tangible reality, then it's probably got more to do with college then anything else.  "Surrounded by empty people whom I share little in common"  That sounds like the people I share classes with, but little else.  I appreciate you taking the time, because that is right on point with my life.