Dream: My Younger Self

If you have read any of my dreams, you know first hand that I probably smoke crack and probably need some help from a brain doctor. I never analyze a dream and never do I take them for something other than just a hodge podge of random thoughts and memories that are bouncing around in my head. If I took each dream I had as some prolific meaning, I would never be able to live. Dreams are nothing more than just thoughts in our heads. Random occurrences that seep out and mold into one thing and that one thing becomes our strange, and questionable dreams. If you honestly think your dream means something, then you are mistaken.

But what if dreams do mean something? What if everything I believe is wrong and dreams are our deep thoughts that we tried hard to forget? Could it be true? Could all things we dream up actually have some deeper meaning than what we believe? Do my dreams about zombies and Abe Lincoln have more meaning?

I had a dream the other night. I  cannot recall 90% of it. I just recall one part of the dream. I don’t want to look at it as something that means more than just random thoughts but I cannot. I have things I think about. I have my worries and I have my personal issues and ot to use the term as a cry for help, but I have my personal demons that I struggle with. Maybe not demons really but I have my own issues. You have your issues and as much as you try to make a mountain out of an anthill, my problems are far worse than yours. I am sure you think that way about yours. So whatever. I have issues. You have issues. F**k it. We all have issues.

We all keep living though. We bottle that shit up and go on our way to pretend that nothing is wrong and we are happy people who lead happy lives. Honestly, who wants to be around a person who is depressed, sad, and starving for attention more than a malnourished  baby in some third world country? I know I don’t.

Off topic. I tend to do that a lot. This isn’t about people and their cry for help. I am trying to discuss my dream that I believe (but rather not to) is my inner voice telling me to move on and stop being a bitch about it. Let me stop yammering away about nothingness and tell you the dream I had. Like I said. I cannot recall it all. I remember very little. When I say that, I mean it. I remember nothing but a small portion. Seems strange that the only part of the dream that I do recall could actually mean something. Does it? You decide.

The dream…

I was walking down a hallway. It was white. Maybe some plants or artwork hanging about but the hallway was nothing fancy. I stop at a door. It is wooden. There is nothing on the door. No name and no number. The door could lead anywhere and could belong to anyone. I open the door and walk inside.

The room is empty. It is just a blank room with nothing. There are no walls. There isn’t a ceiling and there isn’t a floor. It’s an empty void of nothingness. Inside, there is a figure standing in what seems like the middle of this wallless, floorless, and ceilingless room. I approach the figure. It is a small boy. He is short with blond hair. He looks familiar. He looks very familiar. In fact, the boy in the wallless room with the short stature and the faded yellow shirt is me. It is me from many years ago. I am standing next to a younger me who may or may not know who I am.

We stand there and look at each other. I know who he is but does he know who I am? Is he aware that I am him from the future? I question this. But he knows. He knows who I am. At least, I think he does. We are both still standing there, looking at each other. I say nothing. I don’t want to say anything but the younger version of me does. He is the only one to speak. I say nothing and don’t regret it. The younger version of me, dressed in the faded yellow shirt and the bad haircut, just says to me one thing. It was just one word and after he spoke that word, I woke up. The younger me raised his finger and said,



Strange, huh? I will go to my dream site and we’ll see if this dream means anything. I guess this may be only something I can answer. There are things that happened and things I worry about that I don’t discuss. Possible this is my inner voice telling me to STFU and move on. But I don’t know. This is still interesting to see what it comes up with. To this dream…

Yourself: To see yourself in your dream is a reflection of how you act and behave in your waking life. Consider what you are doing and how you are feeling in the dream for additional significance. 

Young: To dream that you are young again indicates that you are behaving childish or immaturely. Alternatively, it represents your failed attempts to rectify past mistakes. You are dwelling too much on past regrets and lost opportunities. It is time to move on toward the future.

Room: To dream that you are in an empty white room indicates a fresh start. It is like a blank canvas where you want to start life anew. Alternatively, the dream means that you are trying to isolate yourself. You do not want any outside influences.

Yellow Shirt: The Shirt means, To dream of a shirt refers to your emotions or some emotional situation. The color yellow has both positive and negative connotations. If the dream is a pleasant one, then the color yellow is symbolic of intellect, energy, agility, happiness, harmony, and wisdom. On the other hand, if the dream is an unpleasant one, then the color represents deceit, disgrace, betrayal, cowardice and sickness. You have a fear or an inability to make a decision or to take action. Your desire to please others is at the risk of sacrificing your own needs and happiness. As a result, you are experiencing many setbacks.

Emptiness: This is the best way to describe the room I was in. To dream of emptiness suggests that there is something missing or lacking in your life. It symbolizes fruitless labor, an emotional void, or loneliness. There is nothing to show for all the effort that you have dedicated to a project or relationship. In particular, to dream that a container is empty represents optimism.

I wish I could tell you the things I think about. I have my own issues just like everyone else. These are not your problem. I only talked about this dream because it is the first time I have ever dreamt about myself, least a younger me. And the younger me warned me to STOP. I wish I knew what I need to stop. What warning is this related to and should I be worried about this omen that I concocted all by myself?

Guess I will soon find out. If it is something life changing, I really hoped I stopped. If not, younger me will be pissed. I am super angry when I am pissed. I’d hate to see younger me pissed. But if you even try and approach me and tell he what the dream means, I will laugh at you. I feel honored and a bit scared that a younger me gave me advice. Why did younger me tell me to STOP and what do I need to stop? What does it mean? Nothing? Something? Everything?

Please, share below. Let me know what younger me is telling me to stop.


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