I had this dream recently. I’ve had a variation of it before, several times that I can recall, and who knows how often that I don’t. When I remember it, it is almost always after I’ve awakened for a time, then gone back to sleep, generally for less than 90 minutes.
Always, I am walking in some urban setting, trying to essentially traverse around a large block. But because of the infrastructure, I can’t get back to where I started. I’m not lost, exactly, as I can see where I want to get to. I just can’t get there from where I am.
Often, I take stairwells or ramps, in what turns out to be a futile hope that this might be a shortcut to my destination. I almost always have to backtrack, though, because my path turns out to be a dead end.
And retracing my previous steps is not an option, because the landscape behind me has somehow changed as well. I am frustrated, and, quite often, exhausted by the end, though not when I actually wake up.
The dream does have some variations. The last time, two men were carrying a woman, basket-style, between them, because she had somehow been injured. They run past me, then through a narrow tunnel, with no sidewalk, where they have to avoid the oncoming car, which they see only because of its approaching headlights. I follow them, practically clinging to the wall that is made of stone, not concrete, terrified that I will be struck by some oncoming vehicle.
In a previous iteration of this dream, I was going from building to building, stuck in back alleyways, trying to find a way out.
Dr. Freud, vat duz this mean?