So, with that being said, here's what I wrote almost four years ago about a lucid dream I had. Or what I assume was a lucid dream.
From 2015:
I was walking down the sidewalk at night wrapped in a fluffy blanket, half naked and somewhat terrified honestly, but more so annoyed at the fact of being trapped out there, and pissed off at the people that were driving passed.
I was walking down the sidewalk that I used to traverse as a child. I recognized it slightly by the sea across from it, except in my dream there were bright street lights - as it was night time - but in the actual area there were none. When I was young I would walk down the sidewalk to the library and later across the bridge to the beach and a burger King to grab ice cream, and I would often be at the library instead of school...so that sidewalk had a lot of odd sentiment to it. Like a road of escapism and safety.
There's definitely a strange sense of vulnerability, due to the fact only a large black fluffy furry blanket is shielding me from speeding cars and the sense of feeling chased and impending doom. It had washed over me like a rolling storm, and even now, that sense of fear and the need to flee is still felt looking back on it all.
It felt more like reality than a dream, but because things looked slightly different, I'm not sure if it would be anything else.
At the time of having the dream, I had been in foster care. In fact I had grown up in the system with little familial experience, but I wouldn't consider that childhood as a meaning for the dream otherwise I'd have had many dreams similar to it. I enjoyed most of the staff members and while I had experiences bad homes in the past the home I had been in when I had the dream didn't feel like a bad one. A few of the staff and kids there truly felt like a family too, so I would say I was pretty content.
From 2015:
Then some random lady with really long black hair picked me up like a bride or a small child and started carrying me protectivley super fast. She was talking, I think, but I couldn't hear the words, and I was clinging to her like a baby the whole time, begging her not to leave. She kept saying she would come back, over and over, before I fell to the ground and blacked out. It was as if no one was carrying me...
There's also a third reason I rule it out as a more psychological experience - (although I am welcome to a more educated view as I just admitted to being a dropout and I'm certainly no expert on anything psychological or otherwise) - and that reason is that I had reached out to Lilith that night before falling asleep. Granted I didn't do anything special. I don't know any magic or spiritual tricks/tactics and I still don't today. I'm only just now trying to learn the basics and connect with beings as friends and "self improvement partners" for lack of better terms. I just basically asked her to talk to me, I don't remember saying much else to be honest. It was four years ago.
So that all being said, I'm not sure how to interpret this part of the dream. I don't know if it was actually Lilith visiting me, or someone else entirely, or just my mind conjuring up something to make myself feel not so alone - like I had actually succeeded when I hadn't. I'm not a magically inclined individual but I am very drawn to it and am working and researching as much as possible. I'd love to get the interpretation of someone who's much more experienced than me!
I know dreams are best interpreted by the dreamers, but sometimes it's nice to just have another look at things.
Thanks for reading!
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