Boundary-Testing Dream
Jun. 1st, 2008 07:58 amEvery so often I have boundary challenging dreams. I'll be in my home or my car -- or rarely some other place -- and an unknown, unwelcome figure will try to get in. I had such a dream Friday night.
I was on a street somewhere, and a small Asian man was calling for help. His van was rolling away, and he was half-hanging out the side. The vehicle was picking up speed as it went, but I managed to jump in and get to the driver's seat. To my surprise there was no key in the ignition, but the engine was engaged. I managed to turn the wheel to run into a curb and set the emergency break. The crisis averted, I went back to my own vehicle -- which was also a van.
Whenever I get into my car I lock all the doors. I started to do so in the dream, but suddenly felt intense urgency about it. I slid the panel door closed, locked it, locked the passenger and driver's doors -- but the dome light was still on, indicating that a door was ajar.
I realized that a second panel door, this one behind the driver's seat, was half-latched, but not fully engaged or locked -- and there was a youngish man with blonde, short-cropped hair standing outside, trying to get in.
I leaped to grab the inside handle, trying to force the door closed. He gave me an unpleasant smile and shook his head as if to say No, I'm coming in. I pushed harder, and reached back to my purse with one hand, searching for a weapon (a knife?) I knew I had there.
I woke before the contest was decided, with every muscle in my body tensed hard. Once I got my body and breath calmed down, I turned on a light, and kept it on when I went back to sleep.
I always count it a victory if I either fully resist in the dream or wake before they can get in. There's only been one time that an invader succeeded, and then I endured an up close and personal struggle. When I woke, I felt pressure on my chest couldn't speak or move until I called on allies for help.
I was on a street somewhere, and a small Asian man was calling for help. His van was rolling away, and he was half-hanging out the side. The vehicle was picking up speed as it went, but I managed to jump in and get to the driver's seat. To my surprise there was no key in the ignition, but the engine was engaged. I managed to turn the wheel to run into a curb and set the emergency break. The crisis averted, I went back to my own vehicle -- which was also a van.
Whenever I get into my car I lock all the doors. I started to do so in the dream, but suddenly felt intense urgency about it. I slid the panel door closed, locked it, locked the passenger and driver's doors -- but the dome light was still on, indicating that a door was ajar.
I realized that a second panel door, this one behind the driver's seat, was half-latched, but not fully engaged or locked -- and there was a youngish man with blonde, short-cropped hair standing outside, trying to get in.
I leaped to grab the inside handle, trying to force the door closed. He gave me an unpleasant smile and shook his head as if to say No, I'm coming in. I pushed harder, and reached back to my purse with one hand, searching for a weapon (a knife?) I knew I had there.
I woke before the contest was decided, with every muscle in my body tensed hard. Once I got my body and breath calmed down, I turned on a light, and kept it on when I went back to sleep.
I always count it a victory if I either fully resist in the dream or wake before they can get in. There's only been one time that an invader succeeded, and then I endured an up close and personal struggle. When I woke, I felt pressure on my chest couldn't speak or move until I called on allies for help.
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Date: 2008-06-01 04:58 pm (UTC)