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trapped inside ·
3 October 06
I had a strange dream that woke me up. It was about being trapped in a tunnel where both exits were closed by grates that were razor sharp. On the outside is a man, of whom I’ve taken a picture of. The man wants the camera, but I won’t give it to him.
The man decides to pry his way into the tunnel, but fails, only ending up in hurting his fingers. He tries to convince me to come out, only to get angry when I refuse. I’m frightened, and trapped. It’s only then I try to make sense of the dream.
I have a mobile phone, I didn’t know I had it, so I start to call the police. The man can over hear everything as I explain the situtation to the police at the other end. THey tell me they’re on their way. I tell the man that the police will be arriving and he better make himself disappear or else he’s in trouble as I have the picture to prove his existence.
What do I mean when I say I tried to figure out the dream? I think the dream represents me being trapped by the voice, the picture is a metaphor perhaps for proving his existence to others that don’t believe me. I think I still feel unsure of others whom I tell that the voice exists, that they actually believe me. If I could capture the face of the voice on camera, then perhaps I wouldn’t feel the need to justify myself so often, or have to explain myself.
I still feel trapped by the voice in any case, in terms of those already explained. I don’t know why I feel the need to justify or prove anything to those that don’t believe me, but it’s obvious from my dream that this is how it is. I seem unable to interpret the dream in any other way. I can’t find any good from it and so I have to conclude that I’m still at odds with accepting my condition as much as I am unable to accept the disbelief of others.