My family and I were on a trip. When we say 'my family and I were on a trip,' most of the time we mean that 'my family' and 'I' were on the same trip. But not in my dream. We were all going our separate way. I don't remember where each member of the family was going, but we were all on a different trip by ourselves. For me, I remember thinking to myself in my dream, 'I am going back to Paris.' The next thing I remember is on a street, looking for a bus or something that I know, because I have been living in Paris for three months now, and I must know something or be familiar with something in the city. But then I looked up and I saw this huge building. It was so tall and it hurt my neck to look at the top of the building. It was magnificent with all the carvings. But except for the building the street looked cold and people looked reserved. It seemed as if the building itself was a different city. But at the same time, it seemed like the building had a strange influence on people and it was somehow controlling them. As soon as I saw the building, I thought to myself, 'this is not Paris. It cannot be Paris.' Then the idea of, 'oh I am in ....' Instead of those dots, I thought of a Eastern European country's name, but when I woke up I wasn't sure what I said. The dream continued as I tried to get back to the airport. I didn't speak their language and it was very hard to ask the way to the airport. Fortunately, there was a bus stop nearby and I went to see if I could ask anyone. I tried English and French but my first few attempts failed. Then I saw two teenage girls. I went up to them and asked if they spoke English or French. They replied in English. I thought to myself, 'thank God. Finally.' Then the girls told me that I should take this one bus to the airport. I thanked them and waited for the bus. I don't remember getting on the bus, but the next thing I remember is I was on a tiny fish tank-like bus with two old Chinese couples. I saw them talking in Chinese and tried to politely ask them if the bus was going to the airport. They first looked surprised that I spoke Chinese. But I chose some impolite words when I was asking and the husband looked away rudely, as if I offended him. But the wife was kind enough to tell me that the bus was going to the airport. I was relieved. Finally I could go back to wherever I planned to go to. When we arrived at the airport I got off and started to walk in the direction of departure. I walked and walked and suddenly I realized that I didn't have my shoes. I was wearing socks but they had got all dirty. Then I remembered taking off my shoes on the bus and putting them in some kind of box. So I had to go back to the bus. On my way to the bus, little by little, people started to follow me. First, young boys followed me and then the crowd became bigger. When I reached the bus, I told the driver about my situation and said I wanted my shoes back. He looked down on me and said, 'it is going to be hard.' He gave me a look that it was almost impossible for me to get them. The next thing I remember is me climbing up on the bus and trying to get into a tiny window. I don't know where the door was I just knew that I had to go through the window. Then I got my shoes and came out of the same window. As if I was doing some tricks in a circus, I had to bend my back and swing forwards and backwards. When I finally got out, the crowd was cheering for me. Then they took me back to the airport, some people carrying me on their shoulders as if I was some kind of a hero. It was like a parade, music playing, flowers being thrown, and people singing and dancing. That was the end of the dream.
This was it. Standing right there, dominating everything else around it. That is exactly the image I saw in my dream. I was so shocked. It was real. This building is called 'Latvian Academy of Science.' It was a gift from Stalin to Latvia in 1956 and is a typical Stalinist architecture. It is 108m high and is the first skyscraper in Latvia. It was so crazy. I have never even seen or heard of this building, and moreover, I didn't even know where Latvia was. So to give you an idea, Latvia is located in Eastern Europe, right next to Russia and right below Estonia. Here is a map.
So tell me, how insane this is. I learned in my psychology class that in dreams, we see some fragments of things we saw/experienced in daily life or in the past. I have never seen it or gone there or anything related to this building before. Once again, I realize how beautiful and mysterious dreams are. This is another picture of the building, I just thought it suit the concept of what I am talking about here.
Anything can happen in dreams.
