I had a fun and very realistic trip to my city.
I was traveling with subway home(somewhere in europe). Then i got lost on the way home. Or got off 1 or 2 stops before reaching my destination. I felt like i got lost. Then i finally found home. My home was dark. It was a modern apartment. The celing was leaking water. It was dark and cold. I had to use my phones flashlight. There was alot of water insight my room. It felt like a rooftop. Since it was dark i bumped into few pot holes in my room. Then i went out again to do something. Then i got lost. No matter what i did i couldnt find my home. I went to different neighborhoods. Then i was searching with a flashlight from my phone. I passed by a cemetery which was very beautiful. Classic european. I heared drunk people complaining. I thought they were drunk people but i didnt see anyone. Maybe it was a dead person. I think the voice i heared mentioned ideas relating to failures. The neighborhood was very beautiful. Then i went for a walk. I was like i am tired now. Let me walk i will find it when my brain works better. Then i reached some new places. I walk by one place. I saw a guy looked like cypress hill. The rapper. There was a bunch of people next to me. I tried talking to them. I got connected with one girl. Then i was talking talking about cypress hills and my excitment. Then the word muslim was spoken by the girl. And i had to justify that i am not a muslim i just like his music. Etc etc. The girl was mean and cold. Then the man who looked like cypress hills came closer. I realzied it wasnt him. I was dissapointed. The mean girl talk a bunch of stuff that made me feel bad. Then she left with her friends. She didnt even say bye or talk to you later. She was mean and dark. When i left i looked back but she was talking to her friends. I felt bad. I put my head down and left. Then i continue walking.
Then i sudenley found myself in my origin city/town which is in Asia. I was walking around. Things were very interesting. I saw different people and stores. I wasnt worried that someone will say racist things to me. I wasnt worry of someone runing away from me or clench their purse when they see me. But i was somewhat shy and fearful of my sourounding people.
The grand mosuque and culture
I went to an old place. It was full of cultural symbols, objects and houses. I also pass by an old bazaar. Then i visted a grand mosuque near by the bazaar. I saw more cultural objects. I realized how much culture my people have. Tears came to my eyes. For the whole time i felt like a forgiener. I didnt feel like i belong. I was afraid of peoples judgement. As tears were coming to my eyes and the sympathy i felt for my culture, a thought came to my mind and said"well everyone has a culture" then i hold back my emotions. That thought made me supress them. I also thought how beautiful our culture is and how i was discrimnated by some folks in europe.
The little toy car
I had my younger brohers toy car. The ones you can drive. I was passing by different locations. It was fun. I had some shame and guilt about my toy car. My legs were too large and they stand out. I was worried about the speed of my car. I was looking at the buildings. My mind was wondering around. Then i pressed the horn button. The horn was so cute and small. It reminded me my little brother. And i realized how i builled him. That made me feel bad. I wanted to say sorry to him.
The metro and blue cars
I was searchibg for the metro station. After along trial and error i was able to find it. This had happend many times when i lost my way of and it takes me a while trial and error then i finally found the subway station. So i was standing front of the station. I saw very bad people. The place was like ghetto. It was a poor neighbor hood. There were crazy looking guys in different cars. They were blue. The car glass windows were removed. They were dreseed differently but thugish style. They were yelling and shouting. There were many different cars. I got scared thn i went insight. Oh i saw a guy that looked like my people but he seemed bad too. I didnt want to talk to him because i didnt feel safe. Then as i steped inside i saw another guy. I had fear in my eyes and he saw that. He stopped me and he tried to sell me ticket to a feastival. Then i said what feastival he said the one you saw when you were outside. Then i stepped into courage and said no. Then i left. I was afraid hes going to follow me but he didnt. I was also afraid of his college. Then i entered the subway. I woke upThis dream may symbolize a journey of self-discovery and exploration of one’s cultural identity. The dreamer starts off in their own city, representing their familiar and comfortable surroundings. However, they get lost and encounter challenges, such as a dark and leaking home, which may represent feelings of confusion and uncertainty in their personal life. The dreamer then goes on a walk, representing a desire for change and new experiences. They come across a cemetery, symbolizing the end of something and the beginning of something new. The beautiful European neighborhood may represent the dreamer’s desire for a more sophisticated and cultured lifestyle. The encounter with the girl and the man who resembles Cypress Hill may represent the dreamer’s struggle with their own identity and how others perceive them. Finally, the dreamer finds themselves in their origin city, representing a return to their roots and a deeper understanding of their cultural heritage. The grand mosque and cultural objects symbolize a connection to their culture and a sense of belonging. Overall, this dream may suggest a need for self-exploration and a desire to embrace one’s cultural identity.
