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afghanistan, death, and maybe heaven?
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i feel quite a bit of motivation to find out what my dream meant. i missed out on a class today because i took this dream so personal and couldn't find myself to walk out of my house.
i'll put some background information about me. i have a father who's job is classified, two friends that are cavalry scouts in the u.s. army and another friend in the u.s. army who just got severely wounded by a suicide bomb in afghanistan. i am enlisted in the marine corps and leave in august for boot camp. my job is going to be artillery; i plan to attend forward observer school. i have been raised to be a pretty tough guy and i cant believe that this dream had this great of an impact on me, i just want some more insight into what my dream could have meant or even be foreshadowing.
first i was in afghanistan and an enemy sniper had killed all but three of my marines and i was frantically searching for the sniper rifle one of my dead marines had been carrying, when i couldn't find it i was suddenly back home. when i returned home my mother said she was taking me to see a doctor. when i arrived at the doctor's office it was our city's morgue. i found myself in a lonely hallway inside the morgue scared out of my mind(i somehow knew i was there to be killed), i didnt know what to do so i crouched down on my knees. when i did a lady opened a door, looked at me with a very uncomforting look. she closed the door and a little girl (about two years of age) came running down the hallway to me. when she got to me she gave me the biggest hug she could muster up. this was extremely comforting in this lonely hallway. i proceeded to walk to the end of the hallway (which had a bright light, that appeared to be sunlight shining in from the end) and when i was almost to the end i met an elderly but able-bodied man with kind blue eyes and a leather jacket; he smiled at me and took me outside ( i knew that when i met this man it would be alright to die) where we and a couple other people played basketball. this comforting moment soon ended when we were all called to meet in the front of the morgue. i was standing next to my mother who was sobbing uncontrollably. i started crying too because i knew my time to die was soon coming up. there was an announcer out front that started calling the names of all the people to be killed/euthanized.he began calling off the names of some people and a few marines who were in the dress blues; i was the last name to be called. i walked up with my head down. next thing i know im being pricked with a needle and become EXTREMELY tired. when i woke up i was on the most perfect beach i could ever imagine with a ship right off the shore. after a while i started crying because i knew that i had passed on and that i was in another place and everybody that i knew was gone. i pulled my phone out of my pocket and text my best friends and no replies. i remember going through the contacts list on my phone to try and see if i could find anyone to call. i stopped over my dad's phone number, and just sat there, clenching my phone tightly in my hand and crying. i remember missing him so much and feeling so much shame for not talking to him before i died. soon after, my brother (we're identical twins) and a couple other people i recognized showed up with firewood. they layed the firewood down in a pit, and asked me what's the problem? i said to my brother with tears in my eyes, 'i miss dad dude'. i cant even begin to explain how horrible the pain that i felt was for not saying goodbye to my father. they picked me up to my feet and took me to a car. we drove away and were soon back in my home town. only it was very different. the run-down house i used to drive by every day was now a larger white, victorian style house with red trim and a single olive tree in its dirt yard. we continued to drive and i felt an adamant feeling of peace and calmness; almost like it was resonating from something divine. we stopped at a gas station that i used to stop at before going to work in the mornings. i stepped out of the car and remembered my phone. i removed my phone from my pocket and sat down on the curb in front of the station, i tried dialing my father's phone number but it wouldn't ring. I just stared at my phone, which displayed the letters DAD on it and began crying again.
please help me out. i need to figure out what this dream means and why i would even have it. i really need an explanation; i've been thinking about this dream all day. it has so many things that could mean something but i am just not sure, i know it's a very complicated dream but any little bit helps.
i'll put some background information about me. i have a father who's job is classified, two friends that are cavalry scouts in the u.s. army and another friend in the u.s. army who just got severely wounded by a suicide bomb in afghanistan. i am enlisted in the marine corps and leave in august for boot camp. my job is going to be artillery; i plan to attend forward observer school. i have been raised to be a pretty tough guy and i cant believe that this dream had this great of an impact on me, i just want some more insight into what my dream could have meant or even be foreshadowing.
first i was in afghanistan and an enemy sniper had killed all but three of my marines and i was frantically searching for the sniper rifle one of my dead marines had been carrying, when i couldn't find it i was suddenly back home. when i returned home my mother said she was taking me to see a doctor. when i arrived at the doctor's office it was our city's morgue. i found myself in a lonely hallway inside the morgue scared out of my mind(i somehow knew i was there to be killed), i didnt know what to do so i crouched down on my knees. when i did a lady opened a door, looked at me with a very uncomforting look. she closed the door and a little girl (about two years of age) came running down the hallway to me. when she got to me she gave me the biggest hug she could muster up. this was extremely comforting in this lonely hallway. i proceeded to walk to the end of the hallway (which had a bright light, that appeared to be sunlight shining in from the end) and when i was almost to the end i met an elderly but able-bodied man with kind blue eyes and a leather jacket; he smiled at me and took me outside ( i knew that when i met this man it would be alright to die) where we and a couple other people played basketball. this comforting moment soon ended when we were all called to meet in the front of the morgue. i was standing next to my mother who was sobbing uncontrollably. i started crying too because i knew my time to die was soon coming up. there was an announcer out front that started calling the names of all the people to be killed/euthanized.he began calling off the names of some people and a few marines who were in the dress blues; i was the last name to be called. i walked up with my head down. next thing i know im being pricked with a needle and become EXTREMELY tired. when i woke up i was on the most perfect beach i could ever imagine with a ship right off the shore. after a while i started crying because i knew that i had passed on and that i was in another place and everybody that i knew was gone. i pulled my phone out of my pocket and text my best friends and no replies. i remember going through the contacts list on my phone to try and see if i could find anyone to call. i stopped over my dad's phone number, and just sat there, clenching my phone tightly in my hand and crying. i remember missing him so much and feeling so much shame for not talking to him before i died. soon after, my brother (we're identical twins) and a couple other people i recognized showed up with firewood. they layed the firewood down in a pit, and asked me what's the problem? i said to my brother with tears in my eyes, 'i miss dad dude'. i cant even begin to explain how horrible the pain that i felt was for not saying goodbye to my father. they picked me up to my feet and took me to a car. we drove away and were soon back in my home town. only it was very different. the run-down house i used to drive by every day was now a larger white, victorian style house with red trim and a single olive tree in its dirt yard. we continued to drive and i felt an adamant feeling of peace and calmness; almost like it was resonating from something divine. we stopped at a gas station that i used to stop at before going to work in the mornings. i stepped out of the car and remembered my phone. i removed my phone from my pocket and sat down on the curb in front of the station, i tried dialing my father's phone number but it wouldn't ring. I just stared at my phone, which displayed the letters DAD on it and began crying again.
please help me out. i need to figure out what this dream means and why i would even have it. i really need an explanation; i've been thinking about this dream all day. it has so many things that could mean something but i am just not sure, i know it's a very complicated dream but any little bit helps.
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