I dreamed a little dream the other night........... I was walking through a market in a far away place. The place was fairly empty, actually, no one else was around except my better half, Joel. We were frantic, it was Thanksgiving and we needed a chicken, yes I know the tradition is turkey, but we are Australians and don't even celebrate thanksgiving, so I will cook whatever I want - thank you! There had been a mad rush on chickens so there were only a couple left in the freezer compartment. Ok, so it wasn't too third world or they would not have an actual freezer. Hey, I have been to Mongolia, belive me I know what a Mongolian 'supermarket' looks like. Very scarey!
So I look into the freezer and there are the chickens that are left...but they did not look like your average QFC frozen chickens. They were chickens that looked just like your every day, run of the mill, or coop, chickens. Full feather dress and elongated for an even better effect. Think of ducks hanging in one of those oriental cafes. So I am desperate, we need a chicken...but as I look back in the freezer, guess who is looking back at me?...you got it the first time, Mr Chicken. Did I fail to mention that the eyes were still intact, well now he was looking at me, I was looking at him. 'How could I even contemplate eating this poor, defenseless creature?". I am sure that he was thinking the exact same thing..."hey, don't think your gonna be knawing of my sweet chicken legs - sweetheart!"....So that is where part one of the dream ends. (I must add that I included the chicken's supposed response, he did not really talk in the dream).
So now I am walking down the road, it was actually a path. I am about 7 years old and I am holding someones hand. We stop to read a commemorative plague that we have come upon while walking on the path. I am feeling really devastated and am concerned as to why my parents do not realise the inner turmoil that I am experiencing. I am also thinking that no one notices my feelings as I am always the happy child. At this point I, the 7 yr old, look up to the person who's hand I am holding, and it is me! Me, the adult. So now me, the adult, bends down and hugs me, the 7 yr old and says "Everything is going to be ok now Faith."
Well it is not exactly a nightmare, apart from the chicken looking back at me - that was seriously disturbing!! But strangely enough, the latter part is more disturbing to me. Well maybe disturbing is the wrong word to describe the emotions that this dream instills in me. Even now as I am writing this I feel a little teary, but I don't know why a dream such as this could bring about so much emotion.
I would love to hear from all you dream interpreters out there who have any comments. I have read some books and assume it has something to do with healing the inner child. Whereas the chicken dream may have something to do with my guilty conscience about eating chickens, which is the main staple in my diet.