Dream 011 – An emergency, a family, my family

Last night was a sequence of quick scenes. I could try to make sense of them, but I prefer the mystery!

*start of dream*

I was running down some stairs and making my way through small corridors. I don’t know where I was, but I knew where I was going. There was some sort of emergency and I needed to be somewhere fast. It felt like it was an industrial setting, or maybe an underground facility, or maybe a ship. There was no outside light and the walls were painted yellow. The floors were an industrial-style textured metal. By the time I got to where I needed to go, I knew the emergency was only a drill.

I was sitting with a family. There was an older couple, a younger man and a small baby. It wasn’t clear whether the couple was the baby’s parents or grandparents. The family was multilingual. They could converse in any language spoken to them, but could only speak in a private language with each other. As I was sitting with them, I asked the younger man if he could slow down when he spoke to his family because I wanted to try and learn too. He didn’t respond to my request.

Then I was sitting with my family - parents, siblings, nieces and nephews. We were gathered in the family room watching TV. It was a show set in the past, probably around the 1930s or 40s. The title of the show was “Auntie.” We were having a friendly argument as to whether it was set in Nova Scotia or somewhere on the west coast. My dad started to lower his head like he was falling asleep. My mom yelled at him to go upstairs to bed if he was tired. He jerked awake and responded that he wasn’t tired at all. I looked at my sister and we exchanged an awkward glance with each other, presumably because we both had knowledge of his death.

*end of dream*