Dream: I was a woman, middle-aged, (blonde?), and beautiful. My son (real me) went to one kind of mission, and I couldn't contact him. Maybe he was a soldier. Direct communication was (I guess) prohibited, or the technology was not developed enough at that time. I was sending him food with cipher messages. I asked the person (a lady) who is going to give the food to my son to tell him some words. Then I thought why am I not doing this myself? Then I became a sister (Christian), and my clothes adapted to the new situation. Ohh, I can't do it myself, okay, now it is clear - I thought. I gave food to my "colleague". One day, she suspected my "mysterious words" which were meant to be said to my son and wanted to open the food which was in a small refrigerator. At the moment, I entered the room. The door was wide open. I was very cold-blooded. I knew what she was doing, I knew her intention. I tried to explain the situation (whatever it is...)
I (real me) was with my friend and his girlfriend. We were taking a picture of a landscape. The landscape was very familiar to me. Most probably, it locates in Szeged, which I and my friend currently live in. The landscape itself was beautiful enough, but we realized there are 4 types of transportation vehicles at the same time passing from that place. We wanted to take a photo of them in a single frame in front of the landscape. I did. My friend and unknown girl failed. Then my friend messed with my picture and he said it is a poor quality picture. Then we saw some people coming from the uphill in full-body soldier clothes. They were running. They did not see us at the beginning. I tried, and actually did hide behind a tree. A few seconds later, I realized my friends are gone. They were running. They said: "We are civils, nothing bad can happen. (we are not in danger)." I joined them, and we all started to run away. However, after a short period, they saw us, and they shot us with rifles. The bullets were coming from multiple people. At first, I did not feel the bullets on my body. Or I didn't accept to feel it. I couldn't accept the fact that I am gonna die right here. I kept running. Then I died.
I became my mother. I was upset about my son's death. It was (I guess) a funeral. I was still calm. Broken, but calm. I would say I was a charismatic person. I guess, my "colleague" lady was also there. I did regret that I couldn't even give a gun to my son (maybe he could protect himself). The end.
Analysis: I should admit that this dream is a way difficult for me to analyze compared to the previous two. First, I will write easy connections: The refrigerator is the one I have currently in my flat. It is a kind of problematic one because it is very small and we live 2 people in a flat. So, I may hate that refrigerator. Regarding the landscape part, I do not remember where it was. But I suspect that I might take the same picture before. However, it must be a long time ago, because I don't do anything like that in the last couple of months. I have seen that friend of mine on March 4, which is 8 days ago. I was taking his pictures with my other friend. They had a "boxing stance" in the pictures. Also, it is possible that he has said to me about the poor quality of my phone in terms of taking pictures. I am not sure, but it is possible. I can somehow recall that. So, my friend, taking a picture, and violence - were somehow meaningful. My friend told me "we are civils, they won't shot us", so he was aware of military laws even in such a critical moment of the dream. But unfortunately, we were dead at the end. Later note: Christian sister? Is it possible that I have heard the church bell at 6 a.m? I have never heard of the church bell in my new flat (my previous flat was close to the Church, so I could hear there). This idea came to my mind after reading Freud's "The Pope is dead" case. It might be.
I don't know who was my mother in the dream. She had a typical woman's body and face. She was regretful at the end that she couldn't even send me a gun. Maybe the "food" she was trying to send to me was a gun. Or the "cipher messages" were leading me to a gun or a total escape. The dream was started with being a mother, then being a son, and ended with being a mother. Therefore, the final structure was: pre-tragedy, the tragedy, and post-tragedy.
I feel that I missed a lot of points in the dream, and I know that I couldn't interpret many of the details here. But I repeat, this is just a piece of data for dream researchers.
(IMPORTANT later note: I was having my dinner after 4-5 hours of writing this blog post, I realized something. The death of mine can be connected with, again, the COVID-19 virus. In real life, I sometimes think that I am not afraid of death, I mean generally. In the dream, I was so afraid to die. I couldn't just believe. How can I die? I have seen people die, but how can I die? I shouldn't die. My friend's sentence: "We are civils, do not worry" can be interpreted as I once or twice told my friends that "This is a disease for old people, we are young, do not worry". Before sleeping, I saw some celebrities, young athletes got infected from the virus. Thus, before sleeping, I already knew that my argument is no more valid. The youngsters will also get hurt. But in the dream, my friend replaced me with excuses. I was trying to hide because I already knew that they can hurt me. The soldiers were viruses. They were all attacking together just like virus cells. One is not enough.)
Amanov Shamsaddin
12th of March 2020
Szeged, Hungary
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