Killing Cindy

8:11am

Killing Cindy

I am with my wife Cindy, we may be in a house. I am interacting with her in a way that is subtly aggressive. Over time my actions become more and more aggressive until I am physically attacking her. I am chasing her outside the house around the yard through the landscaping. I catch her and do several violent things, possibly choking her. She will not die. I then poor sand into her mouth and cover her face, possibly with my boots. She will not die. She chokes, coughs and recovers. I now realize what a horrible thing I have nearly done. I run away.

I am running through the neighborhood. I am running very fast and believe I can elude the police. Then I look out between some slats in a fence and see the whole neighborhood is out looking for me. I am trapped and apprehended very soon.  I am being held captive in my house, but there are no restraints, just presumed instructions to stay in one place until the police come back and get me.

I am there a long time and wonder what is going on. I decide to leave, but I am not running. I end up at the Jones'. They greet me very warmly, I tell Gladys what I have done. I feel oppressively horrible physically. She immediately treats me very kindly and tells me to take a seat in the den. I see various articles that are in the room in great detail. There is what may be an open suitcase with very formal clothes on a couch. I am lightly  touching some of the items by reaching over the back of the couch.

I wander around the house out of boredom and run into Harry and Gladys's daughter. She greets me warmly but I immediately tell hew what I have done. Part of me expects her to be afraid, but she is still very calm, just a bit more formal. At various points in the dream Harry, Gladys, Tenly and his wife all accept my presence and are actually somewhat protective.

Notes: I woke up too warm, I had not opened the window. I was looking at guns late at night on the Internet before I went to bed.

What is the dream telling me? It seems to be about violence and forgiveness. When I first woke up, I thought that guns are not the answer, at least not using them on others. I did something terrible and then was forgiven or at least forgotten. The contrast between how the Jones live (old money) and how I live, suburban was evident.

What am I going to do about it? Think long and hard before getting a gun.