Had the weirdest dream last night. Wonder what made me have that dream? Usually my dreams are pretty relevant to what I thought of or did in the day, this time there wasn't a remote link at all.
I dreamt that I was all alone, holding on to the hand of a child. It was a scary feeling, I felt so alone and helpless that I teared for myself and the poor child. It was one of those dreams where you feel that you could wake up from it anytime, and there was some level of consciousness, yet I clung on to the dream and dreamt on. It was a horrible feeling, the abandonment, the anxiety, the sadness. I felt overwhelmed and I was aware that I was crying in my sleep...
Then I went on to another place with this strange child and was given the task of handing out jelly to a roomful of familiar people, with a few strangers at the top of the room. The room was much like a lecture room and instinctively I knew I didn't have enough jelly for everyone. It was totally weird but I was in the dream and outside the dream all at once. I started psycho-analysing my own actions in the dream and I was pondering how right or wrong my actions were. It was weird. Looking at myself and thinking of myself in a 3rd person perspective, much like a ghost, was weird.