I had a weird dream last night and I’m having trouble figuring out what it means.
In my dream, there was an event that affected the entire world called the Congregation. The Congregation was a phenomenon where a large number of people would go crazy. I’m talking in a surreal kind of way; like someone thinking they were the king of pasta or something. But because of the (very real) possibility of someone becoming violent because of it, people were encouraged to seek shelter just in case. There were also volunteers who would escort people to the shelters; they somehow had an immunity to the Congregation.
All the while, I noticed the sky looked strange. There were these enormous clouds that seemed to descend upon the land. And the sky was unnaturally dark. I heard a voice telling me “It’s coming” or “It’s here/time” (I can’t remember the exact words, but it was one of those).
I felt that this was an important event to me and I had to dress how I felt would reflect how I looked like. I was wearing a red and black plaid hoodie jacket and a long sleeve shirt that was red and grey-white. I couldn’t decide on my pants, but I eventually ended up wearing black cargo pants. While I was deciding on pants, my mom, who was packing our bags to go somewhere safe scolded me for taking to much time. I sort of panicked at the reaction.
Once we were ready, some people came to our house and personally escorted my parents to the shelter. They said if my parents were affected by the Congregation and became violent, they would act in self defense. After they left, I felt my mind falling apart at the seams; the Congregation was affecting me. I’m not sure how I managed to leave my home without the escorts, but I found myself wandering the empty streets.
The Congregation convinced to make a cake with two others who were affected. And I shit you not, they looked like characters from Duck Tales. We tried making a cake using the outside walls of some adjacent buildings. But in the middle of this, I sensed someone calling for me. Flashes of red and orange filled my vision. I sensed it was someone who called themselves my “grandfather”.
I told my “friends” that I had to leave because my “grandfather” was calling. They were understanding and said goodbye. I started running around an abandoned city searching for “grandfather”, even calling out for him. I could sense that he was searching for me too. But in the back of my mind, I knew he wasn’t really my grandfather. A part of me kept screaming not to find him, but my body wouldn’t cooperate.
Some time passed, but there was a gap in my memory between then and looking for the entity calling me. It was the next day and things seemed to be back to normal. We were at the house where my ACTUAL grandparents lived on vacation. People I used to work with kept showing up there to hang out (which I thought was strange because the house in question was eight hours away from our workplace) and brought some newcomers that I didn’t recognize. I wanted to ask them “So, how about that Congregation?” to compare my experiences with theirs, but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth.
What do you guys think about this? Has anyone else have any strange dreams like this?