Dream: In Adelaide in a suburban street that was where we lived (but not my actual house in real life). late afternoon on dusk. I was in my car (white daewoo lanos) in street about to go into garage, just coming home, then a white van (like my husband drives) came airborne at top speed from my neighbours garage and sped off down the street. My neighbours had been robbed and it was the thieves driving away. I decided to take off after them. Next thing we were on the Pacific Hwy in Sydney near the intersection of River Road at Crows Nest. It was mid afternoon there and very light and bright. The van wanted to turn left to river rd but was caught in traffic waiting to turn. I didn't get in that lane fast enough so slowly pulled up beside and past the van trying to be let into that lane and as I did so reached across and my arm and vision was somehow inside the thieves van but they were unaware of my presence - I saw what they stole, it was in one of those designer dress bags you get when you buy a nice outfit - still not sure what was in the bag, but it was red and silky soft material with feathers as trim, maybe clothing/ a dress, not sure? I grabbed the bag when they weren't looking and put it in my car and took off. I wasn't sure whether to head for home in adelaide back to my kids or head for my dad just down the road where I grew up at Longueville.
I ended up heading for dads house as fast as I could drive because that was closest and I wanted to be safe and off the road. I figured it would take them a long time to work out who I was and where I was if I got away fast. Also didn't want to lead them to my kids in adelaide. The red silky material thing in the bag became wrapped around my shoulders and hands - and became all frayed and frazzled as I drove, it was falling apart, disintegrating. I got to dads - nice smells were coming from the kitchen as he was cooking his dinner and all was calm and same as always and then I told him it wasn't safe to stay - we had to leave immediately - we packed a few things and dad went down to the garage to open it and get the car ready to take off and i was a few minutes behind him trying to work out how to lock his house and grab a few mementos. By the time I got to the garage he was quietly sitting in the car in the passenger seat at front. the car was for some reason hard on the right hand side of the garage and the garage door instead of opening from top to bottom opened now from right to left like a sliding door - it had all been moved around. it was a disquieting feeling being in that familiar garage that was now changed - unreal, unusual, but I had no time to contemplate this fact, had to stay focused on the issue at hand - escape. The garage door was only 1/4 open but I could see a white car parked blocking our way out and the bonnet of another car on RH side. I got in the car shaking trying to find the car keys - thinking we would just floor it and take our chances.
Then two tall trim smartly dressed well groomed Arab men got out of their car and walked into the garage and behind our car. They said nothing but walked and acted decisively. they weren't afraid or nervous - they had almost a smile or smirk on their faces. I think they were starting at the boot looking for what I took from them that they took from my neighbours. Dad was very quiet - I think he was shot in the head and dead already - but he was emanating a gentle peace, there was still a sense of dad being there, his calm strong presence. I got my mobile and called 000 and turned the volume down on the phone so no one could hear the noise mobiles make - not holding the phone so the thieves couldn't see I was making a call for help - I started stating dad’s address at Longueville and the situation and said I would leave the phone on so they could hear as events unfolded. as I wasn't holding the phone I wasn't even sure if anyone was on other end but believed they were as I talked very quietly in a low voice. Then there was a gunshot as the gun shot me in the head. I didn't see it coming or even saw the gun, but I didn't seem to die - I could still see and hear everything going on. It was like the gunshot had no effect on me - no feeling, no pain - just the sound of it made me realise there must be a difference now. The thieves grabbed their bag I had taken off them and they left. Dad and I were left dead in the car - but whilst I say that word 'dead', I still felt very much alive - Me in the drivers seat and dad in the passenger's.
All was quiet, surreal - the feeling after they left was instant calm and a vacuum of nothingness but I could feel a quiet expectancy starting to fill that void. I woke up feeling very scared and rattled by this but an extremely strong conviction/voice/thought that I just HAD to remember this dream and write it down in the morning, which I did. None of the detail has left me.
Quentin's Diagnosis: The house is always the soul-symbol, thus to compare the differences of what your house looked like in reality can only count for the changes within yourself. Look at how your soul has evolved in Adelaide. Your white car symbolises your soul's journey. You're in your car, which is personal direction. The thieves are stealing from your neighbour's house or taking energy from a situation and you have to work out why this is happening. Getting involved in their drama suddenly leads you back to Sydney. The time of day is important as mid afternoon is half way through the day leading to dusk, which shows you are completing some aspect of your life and your life's purpose. The van (like your husbands) was caught up, waiting to turn into 'River' road, maybe the mainstream of life. You pass the van and see inside. Your higher-self is saying - open your gift of vision in your waking life and stretch out your vision to see inside of situations. Knowing your neighbour had been robbed, you followed the robbers to Sydney.
This shows that an incomplete issue is stopping you from reacting in the moment. What does dad need from you, that is takes an incident to take you back there? You want to be safe and off the road. The silky fabric stolen from your neighbour's house becomes wrapped around your shoulders. The silky matter is of other people's dramas which they can't deal with, that falls on your shoulders and your family. You're taking on a burden in some way which is leaving you frayed and frazzled. What do you need to see from it all? You visit your father in your dream and everything is calm and fine but you've brought the drama back with you to that house. Next time just ring 000 Adelaide and leave it at that, instead of taking it to Sydney and back. Ask yourself Why ? Where's the threat? What you are over-reacting to is not a real threat. Maybe it's the change you find disquieting. something unreal, an unusual issue you've never dealt with before. As you try to make your escape your father is now in the passenger seat of your vehicle, being carried by your personal direction. The sliding door to the garage is sliding between realities. Then with what events in the dream in a terrorist like activity - you didn't see it coming. Gun shots and bullets can be criticism flying around. Your higher-self is saying open up your consciousness and don't find out later. The whole drama left you feeling 'pretty dead'. If you choose to take on a neighbour's plight, take into account the effect it could have on you. Don't get caught up in other people's dramas. If you do get involved, keep it away from your house and family. Look at Dad's life in the present and what he needs and act appropriately. 75 years of age is reflection time. Show him that at 75 you accept the change and let him enjoy life as a pensioner.