A vivid, allegorical dream that I recently had

[Stillwater]

I generally have very vivid dreams, and can recall almost all of them.

I had another dream with a strong narrative to it last night, that was sort of interesting.

When the dream started, I was building a house entirely out of gypsum-board (stuff that goes behind paint but in front of insulation in walls). I went to take a nap in the dream, and when I woke up, there were two people sleeping in two separate rooms of my constucted home; they both had a handgun with them. I tip-toed into the first room, and silently picked up the revolver the sleeping woman had beside her bedside; I then took the revolver, and walked into the other room, where the man was now awake, and I disarmed him at gun-point. He gave up a glock-looking pistol, which I also pocketed. Then for some bizzare reason I walked away, and left them alone, lol. I procured a cell-phone, and called "911", to ask for the police.

The phone dispatcher asked for the address, and I said it was at the corner of "Rues and Stiles Street". The dispatcher said he didn't know where that was, and that he couldn't help me. I said that should not be an issue, as he had his computer system to search; he said it did not work that way. I said that was alright, and started listing other adjacent streets, and alternative ways to get there. He kept saying that I should hang up, and that he couldn't help people like me. As he said this, I saw the two people from before through a window, walking into my house, and carrying computer equipment and other items out, lol; the man was also re-armed with another pistol. I told the operator that I phsyically saw people committing violent theft in front of me, and he said it was not their problem, haha. I continued to look for ways to get him to help, trying different arguements, as I saw them emptying my house of all its contents one by one, lol. The dispatcher began to get surly, and said that other people's problems were not his concern, and that the 911 service was only for people whom it was meant to serve. The couple then came in, and shot me 7 times; the dispatcher told me not to call ever again, and then I died, and woke up.

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If I had to interpret the dream, based on the emotions it generated at the time, I think it has something to do with thinking society is not meeting my needs, and that it is not for "people like me"; I think there is probably an air of truth in that, is I generally seem to take a view that our social structure is dominated by people with interests alien to mine, with political agendas and coporate controlling interests making all the decisions and holding all the power. I think the dream was reflective of my belief that our system victimizes the masses in favor of a few people who receive all the benefit.