For some reason, I keep bringing to mind a very strange dream that I had a little over a year ago. Historically, I have never been a proponent of dream interpretation for several reasons. Most importantly, my dreams do not make sense. There is little literal meaning I can glean from the random thoughts and images that flash across my inner movie projector. It’s as if some schizophrenic director is leading a macabre circus through a Dali-esque landscape. I don’t think it’s possible to attach any meaning to this chaos.
But after having a particularly vivid dream last year in early July, I may have modified my viewpoints slightly to allow the chance that dreams may actually have meanings, and in rare circumstances; be prophetic.
So, without further ado, this is my dream:
Khalid and I are in his car driving to a destination. The sky is a Wedgewood blue and the sun is shining brightly. After a spending a long time on the road we crossed an old fashioned arched bridge constructed of brown bricks. The bridge spanned a large body of water.
We travelled over the bridge, across the water and arrived on an island. We clearly were not at our expected destination. We consulted a map, but could not locate the island. There were no discernible signs anywhere indicating our location. After awhile we came to what appeared to be a town center. There was a school nearby and a village hall.
Khalid parked in a large lot and I got out of the car. We needed to find out where we were so we could figure out how to get to our destination. I walked to the nearby town hall, expecting to see some sign that proclaimed the name of the town we were in. I found a large, bronze plaque and perused its contents, but there wasn’t a name.
I continued looking for a name, but none was to be found. I turned to one of the busy pedestrians on the street and asked “What is the name of this town?”
She looked at me with a bemused expression and then shook her head. “It doesn’t have a name” she shouted at me. Quickly she skirted past me and disappeared into the middle of the crowd.
Suddenly, I heard a loud sound coming from the parking lot. A violent sound of thunder ensued and reverberated through the quaking ground. A large group of people started to run towards the parking lot.
I pushed through the crowd using my arms as battering rams and willed my legs to move quickly. I could feel the anxiety and fear welling up into my lungs, compelling me to scream--but for some reason I didn't. I knew what happened even before I got to Khalid's car. My husband was struck by lightning. When I finally arrived at the car Khalid’s eyes were closed, his breath was shallow and some blood was trickling out of his mouth. I yelled for someone to get a doctor, but no one moved. No one did anything but kept starring at us. Khalid wasn’t dying, I could tell, but he was badly injured. I knew he needed a doctor. I was determined to find a way out of this town and find help.
I looked over the expanse of water and noticed the bridge had disappeared. In panic I scanned the entire horizon hoping to find that bridge, but it was not there. In fact, there weren’t any bridges to be seen from any direction. The island was completely cut off.
Khalid recovered a bit after awhile but we found ourselves stuck on that island: the island that didn’t have a name. I don’t know how long we were there but it was quite awhile. After a time we noticed a mist was coming over the water from the distance. As it came closer we noticed that three different bridges were materializing from the mist. On those bridges were hundreds of cars and they were driving in the direction of the island. The last thing I remember was feeling an incredible relief wash over me. Finally we could get off the island.
The most interesting thing about this dream was it happened in early July of 2008, right around the time the judges had made a decision regarding Khalid's 2nd circuit court hearing.
Is this prophetic? I don't know exactly. At least the first part seems to correlate with actual events. Khalid being hit by lightening seems to portend the judges decision. The second part, about being stranded on an unnamed island-- might foretell Khalid being in immigration limbo. But the last part I have no idea how to interpret. Does the bridge materializing mean Khalid gets out of immigration limbo? does the relief we feel in the dream mean things will work out in our favor--in the end? What happens to us?
None of these questions will be answered until Khalid's immigration status is rectified..and we have no idea how long that will take. Stay tuned.....
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