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Dreaming of Being a Post-apocalyptic Refugee on the Moon

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Dream from the mailbag: 

A dream I had 8/23/05 when I was in college. Edited for grammar and flow/clarity, but dream events have not been changed.

The scene opens to a bunch of people and myself standing on “the moon.” I say the moon, but I don’t mean white rocks & craters–I mean, there were rocks and craters, but we weren’t standing directly on them. We were standing on some sort of ebony balcony-looking structure. It wasn’t that elevated off the ground, but we were penned in. If you played the video game Chrono Trigger, it looked like the End of Time location. From where I was standing, I could see that the moon had no sky. I know this because I could see the earth from where I was and I felt a weird longing feeling for it. I could also see the rest of outer space. It’s mostly black with whiteness scattered all around. I also felt this incredible vastness that encompassed the moon, the earth, and everything else in the universe. I could literally feel it. I remember there was more than one level to the balcony structure, because I had to go down a level to talk to some of the people. They were all strangers to me. I did not know one familiar face.

Immediately I took in the fact that we arrived here because there was a nuclear war that destroyed most of the earth. My dream started right after the world’s population was shipped to the moon. So the balcony’s all crowded. Think of, I dunno, the crowdedness of the rafts people got on when they had to evacuate the Titanic. It was like this, but on a larger scale. I remember everyone wore dark old-style (1930s? something like that) clothing.

The prime concern at the moment where my dream opens was that we had no food. Everyone became suspicious of one another. We knew we had to locate some food on the moon, but as far as we could tell, there was none. There was that dog-eat-dog thing going on. I remember everyone was looking at each other shifty-eyed. I felt like i could tell some people were plotting to kill the people next to them to eliminate the competition. There was tension in the air.

The earth didn’t look totally obliterated. Some backstory flooded my head and I became aware that only the majority of cities were destroyed, it’s not like everything was gone. There were ruins, and apparently some parts of the earth were still inhabited by people who chose to stay.

The tension was escalating and people were getting hungrier. Then someone suggested we make a trip back to the earth to get some food. (I don’t understand why they would assume that there was food there, but whatever) so we went.

In the next scene, everyone’s at “the UCLA ruins.” It was weird, because people were flying around (literally flying) in a giddy mood like it was paradise. Irony. All the buildings were in a shambles. Everything was unhinged and scattered and torn apart.

I found a house amidst the ruins. It was lopsided & cottage/hut-looking. For some reason I thought of hobbit’s houses.. I guess it was something like that. I went inside because I guess I wanted the full story about the nuclear war and how we came to find refuge on the moon (since my dream had opened up after the fact).

I go in and there’s a little bald man with glasses at some old fashioned wooden table. I start inquiring about the war that caused the ruin of the world. He claims he doesn’t know what the hell I’m talking about. What war? he says. For a split second I feel like I imagined the whole thing because he acts like the information is preposterous.

Then i notice a sign on the table with his name on it. By some weird phenomenon, I am able to deduce that this name-tag of sorts somehow reveals that he was a UCLA physics professor, & thus, he knows more about the nuclear war than he’s letting on! So i tell him this. I accuse him of withholding information from me. He relents and tells me the back-story of the war.

Everything gets hazy, and I am unable to recall what he told me.

Dream Decoded:

First, thank you for sharing your very cool moon dream with me, I will do my best to uncover some meaning. Let’s begin by setting the stage:

The scene opens to a bunch of people and myself standing on “the moon.” I say the moon, but I don’t mean white rocks & craters–I mean, there were rocks and craters, but we weren’t standing directly on them.

Obviously, you are describing a situation in your life that seems other worldly. I am thinking that you started school or a new job, perhaps moved to a new city; there was a big change in your life. I want to say something like, you found yourself in a situation where you hadn’t even imagined you would have to deal with or experience in your life. Radical change in your point of view, even. Looking at things in your life in a completely new way.

File:Chrono Trigger world map End of Time.png

So you don’t have to google it: Chrono Trigger world map End of Time for reference. Credit- http://nintendo.wikia.com

We were standing on some sort of ebony balcony-looking structure. It wasn’t that elevated off the ground, but we were penned in. If you played the video game Chrono Trigger, it looked like the End of Time location.

So, as you are observing more and more about all the many elements surrounding your life, you are noticing that your freedom to move around is limited. Though you are able to see things from a new point of view, you don’t really have much freedom in which to use it. You said “penned in” but I think of ballpoint pens and the idea of writing yourself into a box or a corner. Boxing yourself in. Also, you were reminded of this game and this specific map which may be no coincidence. Chronos is the Greek word for ‘time’ and the location called the ‘End of Time’, so time might be importance. Perhaps you are looking at where you are in life at this time.

From where I was standing, I could see that the moon had no sky. I know this because I could see the earth from where I was and I felt a weird longing feeling for it. I could also see the rest of outer space. It’s mostly black with whiteness scattered all around. I also felt this incredible vastness that encompassed the moon, the earth, and everything else in the universe. I could literally feel it.

The moon, historically has been thought of as female and is opposite the sun. The moon is the mother, it is our night-light and it is the only only celestial body in space, so far, with our footprints on it. Few have actually seen that perspective and what you describe is what I would suspect most people would feel when encountering a view of that magnitude. Metaphorically, it speaks to the idea of your own personal growth. The vastness, the longing for how things used to be before you knew so much, learned so much and moved so far away from where you began. You are in a completely new place now. Not necessarily physically, a stronger mental, emotional and/or spiritual place, I mean.

I remember there was more than one level to the balcony structure, because I had to go down a level to talk to some of the people.

Do you feel like you have to dumb down things to relate to other people? You see things in different way, perhaps from a higher level of thinking and you have to bring things down a level when you talk to some people.

They were all strangers to me. I did not know one familiar face.

This makes you feel sort of isolated (like the moon)  And again, out of your comfort zone. You are on your own here, starting from scratch.

Immediately I took in the fact that we arrived here because there was a nuclear war that destroyed most of the earth. My dream started right after the world’s population was shipped to the moon. So the balcony’s all crowded. Think of, I dunno, the crowdedness of the rafts people got on when they had to evacuate the Titanic. It was like this, but on a larger scale. I remember everyone wore dark old-style (1930s? something like that) clothing.

A nuclear event is, in the most simplest form, a chain reaction that causes a explosion and then fall out. So, a series of events led to this big explosion a while ago in your past but it was due to that big event that you were able to see the earth from where you are now. It was because of the explosion that you are able to be who you are now. The crowded balcony and the other moon refugees may be expressing the feeling that you were not alone in this, many other people have suffered from the same thing. I am wondering if this is related to some large depression (because of the old time clothes) or loss of an important person in your life; maybe 9-11 related or some other public tragedy because you said on a larger scale, so this would be something that effected a lot of people on earth and you were one of them.

The prime concern at the moment where my dream opens was that we had no food. Everyone became suspicious of one another. We knew we had to locate some food on the moon, but as far as we could tell, there was none. There was that dog-eat-dog thing going on. I remember everyone was looking at each other shifty-eyed. I felt like i could tell some people were plotting to kill the people next to them to eliminate the competition. There was tension in the air.

You survived one ordeal, only to be forced to handle another. And a more pressing one. The need of food is so basic, it begs the question, if you were meant to survive on the moon, why wouldn’t we have brought some SPAM or something with you. This sounds like you are playing back details of how you are perceiving the people around you now that you are in this new place. Things are cut-throat, sounds like the business world. You aren’t a stock trader, are you?

The tension was escalating and people were getting hungrier. Then someone suggested we make a trip back to the earth to get some food. (I don’t understand why they would assume that there was food there, but whatever) so we went.

Things are getting more severe and action has to be taken. But it doesn’t sound like you have much say on what is going on and the decisions being made yet you are inclined to go along with them, even if you don’t agree or understand their thinking. Hunger, I think may represent the strong desire for nourishment; the wanting to grow, to thrive, to survive, to live, etc.

In the next scene, everyone’s at “the UCLA ruins.” It was weird, because people were flying around (literally flying) in a giddy mood like it was paradise. Irony. All the buildings were in a shambles. Everything was unhinged and scattered and torn apart.

You wanted cohesiveness, to put things together with structure, but what you found was just like you described: in shambles, unhinged, scattered and torn apart. Perhaps the all the things you learned no longer make a lick of difference in comparison to what life events have taught you. You see people flying around like nothing has happened and all you can see is how different things are from how they used to be or how they should be.

I found a house amidst the ruins. It was lopsided & cottage/hut-looking. For some reason I thought of hobbit’s houses.. I guess it was something like that. I went inside because I guess I wanted the full story about the nuclear war and how we came to find refuge on the moon (since my dream had opened up after the fact).

Are you unsure about yourself and the way you think? Perhaps you are looking for some sort of external validation for feeling and thinking the way that you do. You want to understand why things happened the way they did in your past so you can see how all the pieces fit together. Otherwise you wouldn’t be guessing; you would know where you were going and why.

I go in and there’s a little bald man with glasses at some old fashioned wooden table. I start inquiring about the war that caused the ruin of the world. He claims he doesn’t know what the hell I’m talking about. What war? he says. For a split second I feel like I imagined the whole thing because he acts like the information is preposterous.

I want to go two ways here: 1. You sought council from someone (or wanted to) about your feelings thinking it would help 2. You didn’t want to admit that there was something in your past that got you to where you are and instead you wonder if it is all in your head.

Then I notice a sign on the table with his name on it. By some weird phenomenon, I am able to deduce that this name-tag of sorts somehow reveals that he was a UCLA physics professor, & thus, he knows more about the nuclear war than he’s letting on! So I tell him this. I accuse him of withholding information from me. He relents and tells me the back-story of the war. Everything gets hazy, and I am unable to recall what he told me.

In the end, you are able to find the answers you are looking for using keen observation, a little magic and your powers of deduction. And it turns out, whatever you learn about what happened won’t be of as much consequence as what you have been learning and doing along the way.

All in all, I think your dream is expressing a way of viewing a tragic past event from a different perspective, from a place that allows you to see your life in a completely new way; about how important it is to recognize that we are where we are because of where we have been; the importance of finding a balance between the needs of yourself and others (hungry people); and finally the realization that although we want to know as much as we can to understand, it is the process of questioning and living with those questions that provide us eventually with nourishing answers in the shape of life lessons.

I hope this helps!

DREAMER’S RESPONSE:

“Do you feel like you have to dumb down things to relate to other people? You see things in different way, perhaps from a higher level of thinking and you have to bring things down a level when you talk to some people.” <- This has been true all my life.

I’m not a stock trader (I barely make any money at all) but my life circumstances have always put me in situations where I’m surrounded by that type of person, opportunists, etc. The explosion might not be representative of something 9/11, but I was thinking something more personally traumatic from the past that other people have also gone through, individually. Your interpretations of my inner anxieties/mental state from the time were pretty accurate though! Especially this summary you made at the end: “In the end, you are able to find the answers you are looking for using keen observation, a little magic and your powers of deduction. And it turns out, whatever you learn about what happened won’t be of as much consequence as what you have been learning and doing along the way.

All in all, I think your dream is expressing a way of viewing a tragic past event from a different perspective, from a place that allows you to see your life in a completely new way; about how important it is to recognize that we are where we are because of where we have been; the importance of finding a balance between the needs of yourself and others (hungry people); and finally the realization that although we want to know as much as we can to understand, it is the process of questioning and living with those questions that provide us eventually with nourishing answers in the shape of life lessons.”

I’ve actually been dreaming a lot more lately… I feel like this page has been helping in some ways smileI’ll let you know if I remember any recent ones. Thanks again!

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