Last night I can barely remember my last dream, which took place during the day, in a fictional woods (forest) / country (countryside) area near the city of D at a fair-like event.
The fair-like event normally took place in D, but for some reason they decided to try the fair-like event way out in the woods/country; which led to a bit of a disaster.
The vendors did not have the proper things needed to sell and / or cook things, many people did not know how to find the area out in the woods / country, many of the rides & booths could not be set up and/or run properly, and there were various other complaints from the people there.
I remember looking around & talking with a few people, and the fair-like event was not going well for many people and so everyone gathered to talk about the situation; and something happened and I remember a convoy of us moving to a new location, but we stopped at some point.
I was riding with my dad’s friend ST in his car and we stopped with the rest of the convoy in an open area by concrete & maybe water, and there was a long wait; and ST and I talked about the situation, and we agreed on a lot of things to my surprise.
For some reason the convoy had stopped, maybe there was a debate about where we should move the fair-like event or something like that, but I woke up.
I just remembered a dream fragment or something from a few weeks ago, and it took place in the day.
I was in a car with an elderly Frank Sinatra and maybe one other person, and I think that we were lost on the side of a road out in the countryside near a building or something like that; and I think that I was driving, and we stopped to ask a security guard or police officer at the building for directions.
The security guard or police officer recognized Mr. Sinatra (I am not sure if I had known that he was Frank Sinatra or not until this point in the dream) and he asked him for an autograph, and he told Mr. Sinatra that he had an old piece of memorabilia that his father used to own; and he showed the object to Mr. Sinatra, and then Mr. Sinatra started to tell us the story about the object and he shared some old memories with us. (I think that the object was an old framed photograph of Mr. Sinatra, but I could be wrong)
After the story, the security guard or police officer gave the item to Mr. Sinatra as a gift, and he thanked Mr. Sinatra for the autograph & he thanked him for taking the time to talk with him; and he gave us directions for where ever we were going.
Mr. Sinatra thanked the man and he said good-bye, and then Mr. Sinatra appeared to be in a daydream or thinking of a memory from his past, as we drove off; but then I woke up.
The night before last I remembered part of my last dream, but it is unclear so I will have to try to put the pieces together the best I can.
I am not sure but I think that I was not myself and I think I may have been a woman, maybe, I remember being outside my grandfather’s house talking with two or three women; they were three women that I knew from CS like Mrs. C, Mrs. JN, and Mrs. E.
Things are unclear but I think a man who looked somewhat like Tommy Gunn from Rocky V (Rocky 5) came up to us and threatened us, took us hostage, and stole our car with us in it as prisoners.
I remember wanting to do something but being afraid since I think I was a small & weak woman. (I am not saying that women are weak, I am saying that in this dream I was a weak woman or at least I think I was a woman, I am not sure)
Instead of fighting him we followed his commands and got into our car, he drove as we all sat there in silence, and I was sitting in the back seat behind him.
We were afraid, confused, etc. and I was trying to figure out how to handle the situation.
I did not want to get the others killed or hurt and I felt that I was not strong enough to handle the situation, so I did not know what to do, and I sat there doing a lot of thinking.
At some point I noticed that I had a green and black pistol in my pocket but I was still afraid and confused about what to do, but I told myself that it was time to stop letting fear cloud my judgment (actually it was deeper than that but I do not know how to explain it); so I took a deep breath, let the fear pass, and decided to take action.
I pulled out my pistol pointed it at the man’s head and told him to stop the car or I was would end his life now; I noticed that even though the pistol looked real, it was actually a BB gun, I noticed this because of the size of the barrel.
I was bluffing and hoping that the man would think that it was a real pistol, he did not seem to think that I would shoot him and that it was loaded, so I pulled down the clip and I looked at it pretending that I saw bullets when I actually only saw BBs; I then put the clip back in and told him that I would not hesitate to shoot him if he did not stop the car and get out.
I said it seriously with a straight face and told him that I had practiced shooting pistols before, and that shooting him would not be hard for me.
He believed me, stopped the car, and got out of the car; I got out as well still pointing the pistol at him as I got into the driver’s seat, and then I drove off.
The other women in the car started to sigh in relief and thank me, and Mrs. C apologized for calling me weak and saying that I was led by fear or something like that; I can not remember what that was all about, but I think before the man had taken us hostage, I think the women had talked with me about some of my problems in life.
One of the women asked how did I get the courage to handle the situation the way that I did, I told her that I had been afraid & confused, but I was tired of letting fear confuse and rule my life, and something changed in that instant; I let the fear pass, took a deep breath, and did what I thought was necessary to handle the situation.
I told her that when I was thinking about how fear effected my normal life more than about how it was effecting me in our hostage situation, and that is when I got tired of the fear and just faced it and let it pass through me.
She told me that I was brave, but I told her that I was not sure about that but I hoped that I will be able to deal with the fear & the confusion that it can cause in the future, in my normal everyday life; that is the real challenge, but at least I could then see there is hope, but I woke up.
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