I had an interesting dream last night. I often have interesting dreams, actually, but lately they haven't been quite so vivid or realistic as this one. Back when I used to record and keep track of my dreams (something I plan to do again at some point in time), I used to have quite lucid dreams consistently. But it's been awhile.
I'm also a fan of Jungian psychology, and I believe dream interpretation, if done properly, can be highly enlightening and help us become more self-aware.
That being said, I'd like to describe my dream:
I was in a typical classroom, probably a secondary school one. There were other people there, presumably students, all around my age, except for one: my father. He was seated in a seat before me, I think. There was also a teacher there, female, older than me, maybe the same age or younger than my father. She announced to the class that this was the day I was to be executed. I don't remember what my crime was, but there definitely was one, and I distinctly remember knowing that I was being falsely accused. At first, it felt surreal, like it wasn't happening, but the reality that my life was about to end set in quickly and I panicked. It wasn't necessarily the punishment itself; I was being falsely accused. With time, I think my innocence would have been discovered. It was the immediacy of the sentencing. I, and my father, were to be executed right there and then. I panicked, and started babbling, at which point my father told me to shut up, be a man and accept my fate. I remember at that point being so desperate to find an escape to my situation that I began "willing" myself to not be in it, at which point I woke up.
It wasn't the dream itself that was so frightening, but how certain I felt that that dream was actually happening.
I wonder what it means?
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