I had a dream last night and it went like this.. I was in a vintage/flea-market type clothing store, huge, full of racks. There were three salesgirls. There were these earrings that they suddenly could not find and thought a male customer took them. They continued to ask me if I would find out if he stole them or not and if I could find the earrings. I agreed even though inside I did not want to. The girls huddled into a fitting room, chatting and suddenly everything started to shake and people were screaming. They yelled to me to go to the front and “pull the handle.” The room was now an airplane and it was going down. Everything was falling down and I saw through the windows that the plane was nose-diving toward the ground. I saw a Los Angeles freeway getting closer and closer as I was trying to reach for the emergency handle. We were edging closer and even clipped a few cars causing them to explode — I could feel the heat from the explosion. I was fighting gravity so hard to get the handle and when I finally did, I pulled it back with all my might. The plane slowed down slightly but we were so close to the ground, we skidded and the freeway turned into one big ocean. The plane, cars, people were all floating and drowning down. Everybody was upset because it was my fault that the plane fell and I didn’t save them in time. They grabbed on to my legs and pulled me down as I was trying to fight them off. In the end, I lost and drowned with them.
My Jungian interpretation: I feel as though things are always “my fault.” I shoulder a lot of other people’s burdens because I feel if I refuse to, I am being unhelpful. The thing is, from doing that, I cause myself to drown.
What do you think?