Dream Snapshots Project

Intruders Dream 19th January 2009

The dream location was my house here.  I remember going outside and saw that my gates were wide open and rushed down to close them because of the dogs running out into the road.  I didn't actually see any of the dogs though, and then a big maroon coloured four wheel drive car towing a small trailer drove in through the gates and right into the garden, round the lemon tree up by the house, and back down to the gate.  (there isn't actually room for a car to drive round the lemon tree).  A man and a woman got out of the car; she was holding a white cardboard box with windows in the sides, through which I glimpsed something moving, perhaps small creatures.  I assumed that the trailer also contained these small creatures in boxes as well, but I was more concerned with getting the car out of the way of the gates so that I could close them.  My mother appeared briefly, I shouted to her to make sure the dogs were in the house.

I was absolutely outraged that these people had driven right in without permission and left the gates open, and was trying to force them to leave.  In retrospect I can see that they didn't have a threatening attitude, but at the time I was consumed with outrage at the intrusion ~ as well, I was having difficulty breathing and speaking, trying to shout and couldn't get the words out very well.  Then the man was behind me, holding my arms so tightly that I was unable to move.  I was furious to be pinned down like that but there was no actual violence.

The next thing I remember was the car leaving through the gates and Emily (my daughter) and I trying to scratch the cars number plate numbers into the dirt of the driveway with sticks so that I could report the crime.  I kept repeating the numbers to Emily and was anxious that we remember and record the numbers before the car left and it was too late.  It was of the utmost importance that I report the crime to the proper authorities.   There had been intruders and an assault and I was still totally outraged!

Inside the house, the dogs were apparently all safely shut in the bedroom.  (Usually in dreams I am the one in a panic trying to round up the dogs to safety, but in this dream, they were already all safely under control thanks to someone else.)  Emily was looking for a phone number to call the Guardia and was taking ages, so I tried to shout through the noise ~ it was extremely noisy through the whole dream and I was having alot of trouble making myself heard above the din, with my breathing and voice problems ~ "Call 112!" and she said "Are you sure?"  and I said "YES! It's an emergency!  There's been an assault!  There were intruders!"   I was frustrated because nobody else would see the seriousness of the situation (although I have to say that from a waking point of view, it wasn't all that serious!)

A woman that I didn't recognize came out of the bathroom rubbing her wet hair with a towel, but she came from the direction of the computer, the opposite end of the house to the bathroom.  I shouted at her to please be quiet, we were trying to report a crime, and then apologized for shouting at her, holding my head in my hands and weeping with frustration, but she smiled and seemed unruffled.  Everyone was calm and smiling and going about things in a normal pleasant manner, which was utterly frustrating to me.  I wanted them to see the seriousness of the fact that an intrusion and an assault had happened and that we needed to report it quickly.  They were being helpful ~ such as mother taking care of the dogs, Emily trying to phone the Guardia ~ but they weren't rushing or worrying and I felt that they should have been.  I kept trying to shout at them to hurry, and the noise and my inability to shout was intensely frustrating.

Standing at the now closed gates, I saw the Guardia arrive in the car park outside.  Their car was green and white with fins, or possibly even rocket-like futuristic.  Next, I am inside again, and Darren is getting drinks for the two Guardia.  They are large men, not in uniform, in fact they are shady looking drug dealers.  Darren is getting along well with them, and does a deal with them first, before they will deal with the crime.  I deduce that they are some kind of undercover police.

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Notes:

*The dogs were in it as usual, but in yet another new capacity: this time they were incidental, because it was me that was in need of help, not me needing to help them.  Significant in that the role of the dogs in my dreams is changing.

*Nobody was helping me, they couldn't see the seriousness of the victim stuff.
After I woke up I was thoroughly disgusted with the dream self for not even having the slightest notion that she was creating her own reality. 
All I wanted in the dream was the other people to help me and they weren't rushing, or didn't see a problem ~ they were helpful, but not taking it seriously.
It was like a reversal of how I would like to think I am, I would have imagined everyone around me panicking and me being the one to not get in a flap and yet in dreams I am often in a flap.

*The intruders had the little creatures in boxes and I was so determined to get them to leave, I never found out what the creatures in the boxes were. Maybe they weren't intruders at all, they were bringing me gifts!  Maybe he pinned my arms down to just stop my autopilot panic, but I didnt, it made me madder than ever to be restrained.  I suppose I should be accepting the way I handled it in the dream, instead of thinking that I was doing it all wrong; that is to say, my waking self is quite disgusted with the dream selfs behaviour, and yet the dream self was in such a utter state of outrage and frustration and 'victim mode' there was just nothing going to change that attitude.

*The four people ~ Emily, Darren, mother and that woman with the towel ~  were all doing normal things, efficently, pleasantly, totally unpanicked which reminds me of four Gates of Horn dreams I had a few years ago, four days running.  In the Gates of Horn dreams, there was the same feeling of panic in me but they were calm; each of the four nights I dreamed of different person: mother, Darren, Emily, and my grandfather, and in each dream I was in a complete panic over something, and they were all absolutely calm.  They were smiling and helpful, but frustratingly unruffled.
In the Gates of Horn dream with my mother, there were rows of white dogs in carboard boxes in a sort of deserted farm outbuilding.  I never worked out what they symbolized, I recall mother saying 'just leave them' but wondering about them.  I suppose the boxes represent being caged or constrained, or compartmentalized, separated  ~ if it was boxes of books, it would represent order perhaps, but not of live creatures.  Boxes of beliefs or something that needs letting out perhaps,  setting things free that shouldn't be boxed in?

Interestingly, a few days ago I had been thinking that with my improved dream recall over the past few weeks, since this project started, that I might do another Gates of Horn dream....