I've never had a dream quite like this one before, and now that I'm semi awake, I don't want to lose it. Even if it's nothing... it's probably nothing. Here it is.
I'm in an auditorium, much like a school auditorium, but from what I can tell, I've never been here before.
School dreams aren't strange for me. In fact I've been having school dreams my entire life, so about that I am feeling okay in this dream.
What is strange is that I do not recognize a single soul in this dream.
I am sitting in the front row. In fact, as if this were even possible, my chair is moved up as far as it will go to the stage, and I am leaning forward, arms folded flat onto the stage and my head, my chin, is resting on my arms. I am watching intently. The audience is fine, meaning not drawing attention... but no one is with me.
There are singers, performers on the stage, dancing and singing, and I want to say one of the ladies even threw in a "Hallelujah" but another odd thing is that no one seems to be in unison, or even singing about the same thing. It's like everyone has an agenda, and it is to convince, me and their audience of whatever they're "selling." That's how I feel when I'm watching this performance. They eventually all come around to me, sort of even in my face, one by one connecting with through glances but I'm not getting anything.
Then the song is over, and the audience gets loud, there wasn't even an applause. I didn't even raise my arms to clap, and I'm never rude that way. I remember feeling the audiences focus changing, they all became completely disinterested and began talking with one another. I turned around just for a moment to the audience, thinking, "Gosh, that's rude.. It's not even over." Then turning back and again resting my chin on my arms, waiting. This troupe, if it could be called that, had a leader. He was an older gentleman, grey hair balding, light beard and mustache, old fashioned attire, vest, shirt, brown coat, corduroy pants. He was an older gentleman, and he came straight to me, got down on a knee and got right in my face, my space, put his hands on my arms and said to me, "Please, be a revolutionary."
Then he got up walked over to the center of the stage, where there was rows of tables with papers on them. He looked out into the audience, knowing he had lost them. The troupe members weren't even gearing up for a second act, they were at the tables and on phones like they were working on something very important.
The man looked back at me, picked up a paper, and said, "We have all of these pamplets." (which is the part I think is funny)
But then I woke up, and I can still feel the intensity of this man's plea. Like he was begging me to make up my mind about something. And this is even weirder to me, when I awoke, I had a song stuck in my head. It is Fiona Apple's version of John Lennon's Across the Universe. And the chorus, "Nothing's going to change my world," they just won't leave me....
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Maybe.... maybe it's because I saw that movie the other day, but I never have had a dream quite like this one...
Okay everyone, help me out... any dream interpreters in the crowd? Or anyone just want to take a stab at it. I value your opinion or I wouldn't have put this out there...