Hey. Me and my friend have been trying to interpret this recurring dream of mine. I first had it when I was about age 5 and I had it again just recently. I’ve had it quite a few times in the past. I’ll copy the log from my dream journal:
Recurring returning home dream. The last time I had this dream was quite possibly 5-6 years ago. I escape from a twin-islet city at night. Get a ride from a pair of ladies who happen to be pretty laid back. The car is a convertible, old style. There is a scooter or something similar mounted on the middle of the car. We travel across windy and hilly roads while it is dark and rainy. We then work our way across some steep rocky cliffs and ledges. We stop off at a small shack and sleep the night there. Next night, we get up and it is still raining. We then get in the car and drive off towards home. After a while, it gets to day and we reach a GIANT quicksand pit with small islets inside of it. I had to get across the quicksand pit with the guidance of a talking dog (new this time around) and getting across to all the islets to the other side. Rowan Atkinson happens to be standing in the quicksand pit with only his head and upper torso above the sand. He’s wearing a butler suit. I got approximately half way and then I woke up.
Note: How the dream continues, at least every other time. I get across to the other side and then we get into the car. It becomes dark again and we drive into a small suburb/town to stop at the servo. I take off the scooter like thing and start riding down the street. The street leads to the Adelaide hills, which I am riding down on a scooter, in the darkness with dawn approaching. I get an exhilarating rush riding down the hills, but I never actually seem to get home.
Me and my friend seem to have determined the quicksand pit as important as that’s the only thing that ever seems to change. I’ve crossed it with a variety of means. Building a raft, Pole vaulting, island hopping, swimming etc. One time I tried walking through the waist-deep quicksand but got held back by a tide. I then built the raft in that one.
I’m also feeling that it’s meaning may have changed over the years. In the earlier occurences, there was a feeling of detachment and loneliness. Now it has a sense of fear and anxiety.
I’ve broken the dream down into 3 parts:
Intial, Night and Escape
Middle, Travelling the path, the journey
End, Rebirth, Dawn of a new day.
I’m open to any ideas others might have.