I Interpreted My Dream

I had a two-part dream last week. You know, where you dream about something one night and the next night your dream is like a sequel to the dream you had the night before? Yeah. I had one of those. Furthermore, I think an allusion to Christianity could be made with my dream. All things point to Him, right? Let me tell you my dream first.

Part I
The dream first started off with my mom and I cruising down some country road in our car. She was driving. When we came to a "T" intersection, for some reason she didn't stop. We drove right past the stop sign. We were heading for death. At this moment, a big truck came through the intersecting road and hit us.

So you're thinking now, they're dead either way! No. This was where the noteworthy part of the dream started.

When the truck t-boned us, instead of killing us anyways, it saved us from death. For some reason, when the truck made contact, our car didn't get destroyed. Instead our car bounces off the truck and started floating sideways. Friction was totally unaccounted for in this moment. Our car just floated sideways down the road. This went on for who knows how long, and then finally we stopped. In a town somewhere. Although we didn't die from the accident, I had a terrible headache. I told my mom something (which I forgot) and then I left the car. I then randomly entered a building. There was a big black dog in this building. Vicious. It took me a second to realize that I was in grave danger, but by then it was too late. Before I even had time to react, the dog came at me. It clamped down on my left arm with its powerful teeth. I tried shaking it off, punching it in the head, nothing worked. I was done. At this point I woke up with my heart pounding.

Part II
This night, my dream brought me to the same building again. Upon entering, I saw the same black dog. But this time, it was turned around facing the other way. For some reason I walked further in. The dog continued to ignore me. Since the dog was ignoring me, I contemplated about how to kill it. There was a door to the side of the dog. I thought I'd kill the animal by luring through the door and then crush its head by closing the door. Proceeding with my plan, I stepped into the adjacent room. With the door halfway open and the door knob in my hand, I whistled. The dog perked up and turned around. It began to run towards me. Before I realize it, it was past the door and to the side of me! I thought I was gonna "die" for the second night in a row. To my surprise though, instead of killing me, the dog began to lick my hand and wagging its tail. I woke up confused.

Analysis
I believe my two-part dream was symbolic for my fear of death. In the Part I, I thought I was going to die. I mean, that usually happens when you get t-boned by a semi going at full speed, right? Yeah, but death probably doesn't turn out the way we think it does. Instead of being painful or something scary, "death" result in me floating away in my car...? It doesn't make much sense, but neither do a lot of things in life if you think about it. Therefore, I think, whenever we die, whatever happens is probably not going to make a lot of sense.

So, the part with the dog. I think the black dog symbolized death, seeing how it killed me... It further symbolizes death because I feared it. I fear death. The first night it got the best of me. Second night around though, death surprised me. Again. Instead of completely demolishing me, death licked my hand and wagged its tail. What?

I think the point of my dream was that, death should not be feared. Well, I guess one would fear it if they know they're going to hell. But for me, as a personally lesson, I should really let go of this irrational fear. All that dying means is that I'll be with God. Quite awesome when you think about it.