I’ll preface the by saying that this dream was very unusual for me. The overall feeling is confusion. Unexpectedness. Completely off the wall.
In my dream, I was driving my grandmother and one of her friends around. Both elderly, frail women, they sat silent and prim while I drove. We traveled to a sort of open air strip mall. It reminds me of the kind in Hawai’i; the mall was large and sprawling, with no walls or doors per se to enter into the mall, and there were several levels including an opening going underground for a basement level.
I parked and helped my grandmother get out of the vehicle- I was driving my car. A rusty old dodge. Looking around, I saw shiney, well-kept high end and new vehicles. I helped my grandmother who leaned heavily on me into the mall and down a wide set of cement stairs. She sort of separated herself from me at the bottom of the stairs and headed straight into the place right in front of us, holding herself up. It seemed like she didn’t want to be seen bent over and weak. Neither did she seem to want to be seen relying on me.
The place looked like a store front, but from the sound of a crowd gathered inside, I knew that it wasn’t a store but more of a large meeting space. I followed after her, wondering what she was doing. I felt surprised by how fast she moved after shouldering the majority of her weight and feeling how weak she really was across the parking lot and down the stairs. I entered the door and stood amazed. I couldn’t see my grandmother. She had already gone in and blended with the myriad of other women in here. I looked into a semi-organized crowd gathered at the far end of the room, and women-all women- seated at tables arranged branching out from a central aisle. At the farthest end, a stage was set up with a projector screen. In the corners, high up, were big flat screen TV’s.
I became aware that everyone who appeared to belong to this group was very smartly and well-dressed, and I was wearing my dirty ripped winter jacket. I felt out of place and perhaps made some sense of why my grandmother would be embarrassed to be seen with me.
Just as I scanned the room for my grandmother or her friend, who both seemed to have quite disappeared into the crowd, and taken in the room as a whole, the TV’s in the corners flashed on. Suddenly all the women seated at the tables stood up and all began a choreographed dance to the music scene on the TVs. I looked at them in amazement. The dance was very odd- there was something strange about it. Like they were hypnotized, or doing the hypnotizing. Maybe both.
I became aware just then that I had on strange boots. Knee tall black boots with high heels. I suddenly felt the heels I was precariously balanced on, and they were 2 different heights.
I left the main doors and walked a short distance down the mall hallway. I expected to see the next storefront, but instead the next door led right along the wall into the same room. I paused. Something about this was so odd. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
I slowly entered the room again, feeling that weird surreal feeling. I looked at the women still dancing. I turned to look to the left at the back of the room that I hadn’t seen from the main doorway. Just as I was doing this, I noticed a buffet table with very fancy dishes and a fountain of something to drink, and fell down because I lost my balance on my 2 different sized high heel boots. I tired to get up, and a large man walked up to me. I thought he’d help, but he didn’t. He had a very stern, square face. I surmised him to be a body guard or security.
“You don’t belong here, do you?” He asked.
“Well.. uh..” I grunt as I tried to get up. The man didn’t hesitate at all, just reached down, grabbed the back of my coat and dragged me up. “Let’s go.” He said matter of factly. His strength was terrifying. He seemed to lift me by my jacket like a child, and my suspicion of security guard seemed confirmed.
He moved so swiftly I felt a little frantic.
“I’m, uh, I’m my grandmother’s ride, she’s here, I’m here with her,” I told the man, who was forcefully dragging/pushing me out of the side door. I struggled to keep my balance, and I started to want to complain that outside the room was public space, he shouldn’t be man handling me!
Instead of letting me go, he just redirected to the main door where he sort of dragged/pushed me, still by my coat, through the doors.
“Where’s your grandmother?” He demanded curtly, barely inside the doors, he stopped suddenly and it was enough to send me sprawling on the floor again.
I didn’t even have time to try to get up again. He just dragged me up again and, just as fast, I was dragged right back out the door.
“Please let go of me!” I said loudly, as he manhandled me toward the stairs. I was still thinking-isnt this public space? But he must just want to deposit me at the top of the stairs -
He half dragged me and I half walked up the stairs. At the top, I said “please let go of my coat!”
And he was like a tall, huge, very strong robot. No response. He just continued to drag me across the parking lot. I began to perceive myself in some kind of an attack. I looked for my vehicle. I wondered if he wasn’t actually a security guard or just a pervert. I wondered if I could surprise him and run for it-bit I had on these stupid boots that I couldn’t even get off because they’re knee high! I thought I could use my body in a quick and unexpected manner to straighten, trip him, and run away- but he had that scary strong iron grip on my coat.
As the panic rose in me, I woke up.
This was so odd, I thought. I’ve never had a dream where someone else had all the power. It was very strange.
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