I was having myself a lovely little snooze this afternoon, and by that I mean I had crashed as soon as I got home from school after a long day that was preceded by only a few hours of sleep, and I had the oddest dream. I usually have these incredibly vivid, life-like dreams, but this particular one was terribly peculiar.
It was weird to the point where I feel compelled to share it.
Here's what happened in my head:
I was standing at the arrivals gate at Denver International Airport looking very expectantly at the huge frosted glass doors separating the gate from the actual arrivals terminal. A red light goes on above the doors and people begin to come out of them, walking past the area where I and many others are standing, holding signs so that the people we're meant to pick up can find us.
A few people walk past and look very confused by my sign. I ignore them and look past them to the doors, which open every few seconds to allow more people out. It's all very sporadic. I feel a deep-seeded expectancy towards the doors, but I don't know who will come out of them for me.
Eventually, as the flow of arrivals begins to slow, a 20-something year old blonde man in a business suit exits the doors and looks around curiously. He catches a glimpse of my sign and grins, beginning to walk pointedly towards me. I suppose this is whom I was waiting for.
I flip over the sign that I was holding and discover what it says: "Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?"
It is my favorite quote from Friedrich Nietzsche.
As I realize this, I wake up.
I'm not one to be like "what does it mean?!" because I'm sure it, like all other dreams, is simply a manifestation of my underlying fears, desires, and long-lost memories. This oddly vivid dream did raise a few questions for me though:
-Why was it set in my favorite airport? At an area I've only ever been in once?
-Who was the man in the suit?
-Why was I waiting for him specifically, and why had I never met him before?
-What's with the Nietzsche quote? Seriously, no one else love Nietzsche the way I love Nietzsche, let alone would be able to recognize his work from a single quote.
What a weird dream... I'm not quite sure what to make of my subconscious right now.
Julia
You're so lucky that you remember your dreams so vividly. I wake up and everything's gone.
ReplyDeleteI have weird dreams a lot. Most of them scare me so badly I choose to just forget about them if I can.
ReplyDeleteAs for the Nietzsche aspect, he was an existentialist so--- Who knows what your subconscious might be trying to convey to you. I think this is one of those "What would Freud say?" moments.