Frustrating Revenge
...I was working as a greeter at a store and there was this crazy lady who, at first, I didn't worry about but then I saw her attack a woman who was holding her child. I ran over to help but the mother was already down, covered in blood. The old woman had knocked her onto her back and the mother was holding her child on her front and the woman was straddling her and stabbing away. I thought she was stabbing the lady but, it turns out, (after I became the lady with the child instead of the greeter) that she had killed my 'dream' baby. The police came and took her away. I went through the funeral process in rapid dream time. Afterwards, we came home and there was a Hispanic family in our house. They had eaten some food from the Wake and they'd gone through the baby's things and had taken many items for their kids. I kind of lost it and I was screaming at the woman and she just had this smug look on her face. I wanted to kill her. I was kind of mixing it up and saying that they had killed my little girl but they had just taken her things. I kept trying to beat on the woman's face but this didn't work because of the way it happens in dreams. None of my punches made real contact. The family left with everything they took. Next door, the family of the lady that actually killed my daughter was bringing her home from jail. I grabbed a doll and I put energy into it until it became a part of that crazy old woman. I kept abusing the doll to try to get some kind of revenge in real life but it was frustrating because nothing was working the way I wanted it to. My punches kept slipping off the doll's face and nothing seemed to work. Weeks later, I went to a hotel and I recognized the Hispanic woman among the clientele. She was like some rich model (I even somehow saw her on the beach during a photoshoot.) I followed her to her hotel room and waited for her to leave before I went in to her room. There was a lot of baby stuff there and some of it was ours and just kind of thrown into one area, unused. I gathered up some of our stuff to take because I just didn't want her to have it but I left other stuff so the police could identify it. They had a lot of my little girls things. Oddly enough, in the hallway, I could see other stuff being moved out by an invisible person, a ghost. Every time I looked over, there was stuff moving down the hall and out of the room by invisible hands. It seemed like a kind and helpful entity. The woman came up to the apartment and, by now, I had somebody else with me. I realized I had some kind of poison that I had found in her apartment. I cornered her and forced some of the poison down her throat and she just laughed. She said it was the wrong bottle and all it would do is make her sleep for a few minutes. She passed out and I was so angry that I grabbed a tube of yellow paint and squeezed it out into her still open mouth. The guy that was with me now was telling me to 'come on' because we had to do stuff right so the police could catch them. I went to the elevator around the corner where some guy was fixing it. The guy looked familiar but I couldn't place him... he had a smile on his face like he did recognize me. It was like he was a part of the story somehow. He was a white guy that I don't think I'd seen before but seemed somehow important. I went by another elevator and I got the stuff I'd taken inside and we headed downstairs. I was going to load up the car with it and take it home. Then, some of the characters from '3rd Rock from the Sun' took over the story and I was just watching. Mary Albright was now the mother who'd lost her daughter and she was still sad even though there seem to be a lot of time between this point and the ones before. They were in kind of a workout area and Dick Solomon was struggling to do a pull-up for a laughing audience. Mary was surprisingly strong and she was just kind of spinning on her bar and lifting herself up, not really saying anything but he was looking at her, incredulous. She was so adept at moving that she even got dressed (magically like Wonder Woman) in her street clothes while she was on the bar. Dick started talking to her and she started smiling and looked like she was happier to have him engaging with her...
✨ AI Generated Interpretation
Thank you for sharing this vivid and emotionally rich dream. It weaves together intense feelings and symbolic imagery, and exploring its themes can offer thoughtful insights into inner emotional processes. At its core, this dream seems to be grappling with profound feelings of loss, violation, and the longing for justice or closure. The violent act against the child—the dream “baby”—and the ensuing funeral represent a deep grief and possibly the heartache of something precious being taken away. The shift between being a bystander (the greeter) and then the mother in the dream suggests a personal identification with vulnerability and trauma, alongside a feeling of helplessness or frustration in protecting what is most dear. The presence of the Hispanic family in the dream home, taking the baby’s possessions, might symbolically reflect feelings around others moving into one’s personal emotional space or “grieving territory” and the difficulty of boundaries in times of loss. The anger toward them, mixed with the recognition that they didn’t harm the baby but took possessions, reveals nuances in how grief can be complicated by others’ actions or misunderstandings—how the belongings or memories of a loved one carry deep emotional weight. The repeated attempts at revenge against the old woman—through physical strikes and then symbolic acts like using the doll—highlight a struggle with feelings of powerlessness. Dreams often show this kind of frustration with “missed connections” or the inability to reach closure, especially when “punches don’t connect” and actions don’t bring relief. The doll could be a symbol of channeling pain into something tangible, yet the ineffectiveness of the retaliation suggests the dreamer’s recognition that healing or justice isn’t straightforward or achieved through anger alone. The later scene in the hotel room, with the baby’s belongings scattered and an invisible “ghost” helping move items, introduces a possibly gentler, more mysterious helper figure. This entity might represent subconscious healing forces or a part of the psyche gently sorting through grief and loss in an unseen way, suggesting subtle progress even amidst the turmoil. The interaction with the poison and the stubborn woman who laughs off the harm hints at a confrontation with internal or external adversaries who are not easily subdued. The yellow paint squeezed into her mouth—an unusual image—could symbolize an attempt to impose expression or a voice onto silence or resistance, and perhaps an emotional release or the wish to “mark” or transform the situation. The influential figure in the elevator—someone familiar yet unknown—can be interpreted as a symbol of guidance, insight, or an inner resource that is emerging but not fully recognized yet. His knowing smile might hint at the dreamer’s latent support or resilience. Finally, the shift to characters from “3rd Rock from the Sun,” with Mary Albright embodying the mother’s grief yet showing strength and grace, introduces a meta-awareness or a reflection on healing and adaptability. The workout area and Mary’s fluid movement and “magical” dressing might symbolize inner strength, transformation, and the possibility of reengaging with life and others after tragedy, while Dick Solomon’s presence and interaction reflect companionship and understanding. In summary, this dream captures the emotional complexity of grieving loss and seeking justice, intertwined with feelings of frustration, the challenge of reclaiming personal boundaries, and small signs of inner strength and healing emerging. It’s a rich narrative of pain, resilience, and the nuanced journey through sorrow toward eventual restoration and connection.