I was staying at the home of an elderly European couple. I called them mom and dad, but i think it’s my ex boyfriend’s parents I have never met. Cas they have passed already.
One day, I saw a fire outside the window and thought the neighbor’s house might catch fire because there was so much greenery. The next day, I saw a suspicious figure in the neighboring house, which I shouldn’t have been able to see. When I noticed, there was a tall figure climbing the outer stairs outside my room window.
They entered my room through the window, threatened me, and tried to get something. One tried to stab my arm with something, and the other had a syringe.
When I screamed “Help” as loudly as possible so that it could be heard in the next room, they disappeared.
The European mom and dad (I did not remember their name) tried to reassure me.
The next morning, I realized it was the day I was supposed to return home and panicked. I didn’t want to leave, and I felt like I would miss the ticket to the airport that mom had prepared. I wanted to check the time and date, but my phone wasn’t displaying them correctly, which frustrated me. I couldn’t even tell if it was morning or afternoon.
Then I found a room in the house. It was my ex-boyfriend childhood room. There was a bed by the window at the very back, and I imagined him sleeping there. I saw many Cookie Monster figures and Disney commemorative plates hanging on the wall. They were filled with things he wanted to know as a child. I knew he was no longer around.
Q from him:
Are the most beautiful people in the world from NY?
A from Disney:
You will understand if you went to Japan after going to NY.
I wanted to show mom, but the plate had already disappeared.
Somehow, I hurriedly left the building to give mom a big, beautiful bouquet as a thank you before returning home. While running around the neighborhood, I saw a famous Japanese newscaster, and I asked him, but he was engrossed in a flea market in the park and wasn’t much help. There was a grand funeral being held there. Everyone was dressed in white. I was told that a wonderful Japanese man was managing it.
When I passed by the house again, mom and dad were about to go out, so I got worried and talked to them, making sure they were still around. I went back inside and told them the robbery was by someone called “the photographer something.” They said there were clear handprints on the edge of the furniture. I thought I knew that person too. A man with a chipped tooth. I wasn’t sure if we had worked together, but I recognized his face. Dad also said he met him on a plane once.
As dad was cleaning the lovely yellow bath, I told him to wait a little and that I’d be right back as I dashed out to look for flowers again. I met his brother on the stairs, but I didn’t notice him. He smiled beautifully and said, “we had met already.” I finally realized he was a kind-looking man with a beard and that he was gay when he took off his mask.
Finally, I found a shop selling flowers in a café and asked if I could just buy flowers, but they said no. They asked about the big scar on my left hand, and I thought it must have been from that time. I needed the flowers so badly that I started choosing them even though they said no.
The man in the café was Japanese, and the elderly woman behind him also spoke Japanese. They were discussing how their luggage would weigh 600kg with just rice for their return trip. I felt a bit reassured, thinking they might be on the same flight as me. A Japanese mother and child in line at the café were asking the man at the counter if they could work there part-time. They said they couldn’t make coffee, and he looked troubled. More and more people around me were Japanese.
The selection of flowers was limited, and I was never satisfied no matter how many times I chose. Just when I thought the man who specialized in flowers would help, he asked if I wanted a balloon instead. I told him I didn’t want a balloon, just a large and beautiful bouquet. Although it wasn’t to my liking, I decided to make do with the many pink and white flowers available.
The return flight was supposed to be direct, but it involved a transfer in Spain. I kept wondering if I could spend a bit more time with mom and dad, if I could cancel the flight because of my injury, or if there was any other way. My mind was swirling with thoughts.
I woke up not knowing if I managed to give them the flowers or if I could stay there.This dream may symbolize a sense of longing for the past and a fear of the unknown. The elderly European couple, who may represent the dreamer’s ex-boyfriend’s parents, provide a sense of comfort and familiarity. However, the appearance of a fire and a suspicious figure in the neighboring house suggests a sense of danger and uncertainty. The dreamer’s attempts to call for help and the disappearance of the intruders may reflect a feeling of powerlessness in the face of potential threats. The confusion and frustration with time and technology may represent a struggle with change and adapting to new situations. The discovery of the ex-boyfriend’s childhood room and the disappearance of the Disney commemorative plate may symbolize the loss of a past relationship and the dreamer’s desire to hold onto memories. The encounter with a famous Japanese newscaster and the grand funeral may represent a sense of cultural influence and the passing of time. Overall, this dream may reflect the dreamer’s inner conflicts and emotions surrounding past relationships and the uncertainty of the future.
