The big bad dream

In a strange building, best to be described as a metal framework in which a structure of wooden floors and textile walls was suspended, me and two friends were shopping. I remember the face of one of them, don't have a face for the other but he felt close, like a friend. The store was somekind of Ikea, but felt really soft and friendly. It wasn't crowded and the sun was shining, not through the windows 'coz there weren't any, but right through the walls. We had great fun, until we heard something rip. Not alarmed we decided to leave the store and find a nice sunny spot in the grass. I took the central staircase, but I was the only one. Halfway down, I could feel the structure moving. The wind started to blow and the structure swaying from left to right, still hooked to the metal frame on top but loose at the bottom. I remember feeling a bit claustrofobic, with the walls flapping at me. Somehow I managed to hold on to the staircase and exit the darned thing. The three of us were standing alongside one of the metal poles, looking at the big flopping thing above us. Cling. Crrrr. Ping. I looked at the metal pole and saw it bend slightly. Snap. The pole broke and the whole structure (over 100 feet high) collapsed to one side, our side to be exact. Someone screamed (I think it might have been me) and I ran. Next thing I know I wake up, face down in the grass, disoriented, in pain. I managed to get on to my knees and turn around. I'm not even near the thing anymore. The thing is no more, just a pile of smoking something. Darkness. No more grass, just mud. People screaming. Children crying. Little bits move everywhere, in a splitsecond I realize these bits are people. Hurt. Half buried. Covered in mud. Wounded. Some walk without blinking, like the person inside isn't home at the moment. Some just lay there, with sticky red mud. I'm complete, I think. And I start running, I can't see my friends. I know I kneel beside every wounded person, make sure the essentials are working properly, give some orders to others nearby and go on. But somehow I'm not inside myself either. Until I let myself drop on my knees nearby a hand sticking out of the mud, I feel a pulse and start digging. I feel my hands in the dirt, I feel hair slipping through my fingers as I try to dig him/her out. Someone kneels and helps me, we managed to create an airway for this (what to turned out to be a) guy. Others came to help, and I ran over to the next one. And the next one. All in a blur again. Saw my friend once, lifeless, said something and went to the next one. And the next one.

Now, one can interpretate this dream in different ways. One can say the collapsing structure means I'm losing security. Like a big change of plans. One can say I find only a hand, suggesting there's a lot of work ahead. One can say the only truly medical thing I do is freeing someone's airway, meaning I need to find a way to expand outside my normal life 'coz up 'til now there was only disappointment in desires. One can say I describe somekind of war, like I'm looking for an escape of a problem. One can say I'm running a lot in this dream, like there's something I want to keep my distance from. One can also say I managed to mix everything that happened the day before into one dream; like the sounds from the construction workers all around our house (which had already waked me once thinking our house was collapsing), the news a good friend of mine has been in a accident (he's fine, but the pig isn't and his wheels are looking rather sad as well) and my art teacher who fainted in class causing the complete class except one to panic. One could say that, but there's nothing to say really, is there? It was just a big bad dream.

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