Last night I had a dream (Obviously 
) where it seemed I came over something… but I’m not sure exactly what. Here’s the part of my dream where it happened:
[color=blue] I get out of my father’s truck, after a volleyball game (My father isn’t there) Iget my bag with my stuff and grab my phone. Our car is parked along a road, and the ground is desert-ish. I take maybe 10 steps when I turned around to go back and shut the truck door. Then I see something on the ground. It looks just like my phone case.( https://assets1.smartphoneexperts.com/images/product_images/accessories/additional_images/4347/large/1.jpg )
I pick it up and examine it to find that it’s empty. I check my pocket: My real phone is still there.Then I turn around (My back to the truck) And there’s a trail. Every 4-5 feet, another phone case. I start freaking out. 
I don’t know why.It’s like it was compulsive. I HAd to pick them up. They wanted me to pick them up. I sarted wondering if they were even real. I thougt I was hallucinating (In a dream 
) I’m practically having a panic attack, still standing in the same spot. So I stop and take a breath. I was seriously freaking out here.
I looked down and saw an empty case that held my FATHER’S phone (the only one around) so I pick it up and put it in my bag. I then turn and face the trail of my cases. I put my hand into the pocket that held my real phone and kept holding it. Then I started walking, watching each case after the next. Ignoring them… ignoring the impulse to pick them up… pretending that they aren’t really there.
I came to a rather narrow part of the path I was walking on (About a 6 foot distance to the road) I bend down, pick up a case, and chuck it angrily into the street as car passes. I then pick up another case and do the same. (Neither cars actually hit… but the idea behind it still applied) I then continued, ignoring any other cases. In fact, I don’t even remember any more.[/color]
There was a part after where I explained what happened to my father (in the dream) and offered the other case of his phone as proof. This also proved that I wasn’t hallucinating, even though I thought I still was. I was slightly proud for overcoming the situation.
But what did I overcome??? The most literal interpratation I can think of is a fear of forgetting my phone… but that doesn’t seem right at all. I’m assuming it’s more metaphorical. Any help? Oppinions? Anything?
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