The Dangerous Woman

This is an analysis of a dream that I had a year and a half ago. I consider it a very powerful dream because I feel that it covertly symbolizes many of my shadows and insecurities. It is a long dream so I will cover it in two installments. I will give you the full dream this weak and my analysis next week. So, here is the dream:

               

                Richard and I go to see a movie where two double agent under-cover cops (Whoopi Goldberg and Joe Pesci) risk getting arrested to find information about a heroine dealer nearby. Another scene appears where a young woman on a residential street buys a heroine-filled syringe from another young woman, a drug dealer, and injects it into her neck. At this point, the movie becomes real and I am a fly on the wall watching all the happenings unfold. Later, the drug dealer woman and two other criminal guys are in the woods on back trails trying to find traveling routes to evade the cops. They are suddenly surprised by three cops. I hope they will escape even though they are the bad guys. I am on their side.

                After the cops apprehend them, the officers huddle together and speak of a notorious dangerous woman who is on the lam. They look at a year-book style photograph of the woman. She is a beautiful woman in her early thirties. She has dark hair, pale skin, and professional make-up. She looks like the epitome of a very proper lady with her pageant smile and not someone you would suspect to be a wanted criminal. But she is and apparently she is dangerous too, although it is never disclosed what crimes she has committed.

                Now, I come into the story. I am on a cruise ship where an employee party is being held with all my coworkers from the high school that I worked at. My boss interrupts the festivities to make an announcement. She tells us that she values honesty in her employees and that anyone with information about the dangerous woman should come forward. I squirm in my chair. I don’t know how, but I know that I’m in cahoots with the dangerous woman. I know that I’m meant to protect her. If I turn her in I will be killed by criminals. If I don’t turn her in and my boss finds out I will lose my job and be arrested. I keep my mouth shut but I am terrified.

                Suddenly everyone is evacuated from the ship. There is a small doorway that leads to a stairwell and everyone is running up the stairs. There are hundreds of people in the stairwell trying to go up to the deck where they can get off the ship. But I know that I have to stay and that I need to go down the stairs. But I don’t want anyone to see me. So, I choose the door adjacent to the stairwell door where the ‘down’ stairwell was located. These are stairs that I can only go down but not up. I was relieved to find that the stairwell was abandoned. I frantically run down the stairs. Spiraling downward on the square staircase toward the very bottom floor of the ship where I know there is a bathroom that I can hide in. I round the last corner thinking that I’m home free and that no one has seen my escape. Suddenly, from the direction of the bathroom comes a familiar looking woman with pale skin and short dark hair. Was she the dangerous woman?

                I look at her and she looks at me with a dead stare. I’m worried. Will she tell anyone that I’m down here? Is she the dangerous woman? Will the criminals find me? Will the cops find me? I lock myself in the lowest bathroom on the lowest floor of the ship. I take down my pants and sit on the toilet and pretend to use the bathroom in case any of my coworkers come to check on me. A lady from the guidance department comes to check on me. I guess the dark haired lady told her I was down here. I tell her that I have a stomach ache and that I’ll leave the ship when I’m done. She goes back up the stairs.

                I sit in the bathroom wondering what I’ll do next. Suddenly the set-up of the ship changes. Instead of being on the bottom floor of the ship. I realize that I’m actually on the very top floor of the ship and that everyone who evacuated the ship is actually stuck on the bottom floor of the ship. In the floor below me, I hear machine gun fire and screams from below. My coworkers are being massacred. I stand on top of the toilet to avoid bullets in case any come up from the floor. Questions race through my mind. Did the dangerous woman do this? Did my protection of her contribute to the deaths of my coworkers? Will she come for me?

Check back for the analysis next week. If you have any ideas for what the symbols of the dreams could mean, post your ideas below.

(To be continued…)