Hey all, this is someone's interpretation of Sarrah's dream. Thx Garnet for sending this to us! Garnets interpretation is in red.

I don’t know if I can but this is what I felt when I read your dream

I was home in bed sick and I had the craziest dream of all time. But I have no idea what it means, so if anyone out there does, please feel free to email me and tell me. ‘Cause I don’t know. So here’s the dream. Strap in.

First thing is your situation... You were home sick... Maybe this dream gives some clues as to why your health was not so good.. But its deeper and has to do with your emotional and most importantly your spiritual health... the dream is there to give you clues on how to get healed...

I’m in a courtyard surrounded by people I don’t know. That’s no surprise; most of my dreams start out like this. Anyhow. There is some sort of commotion happening at the other end of the room and I can’t quite see it. Through the other people around me, I find out the cause of all the noise.
There are about thirty or so heavily armed soldiers in the room. A pasty-faced woman tells me that they are looking for something. She doesn’t seem to know what. I shrug my shoulders and turn back to my goblet of whatever it is they used as alcohol back then.

I think the pasty faces girl represents the part of you that needs to get better and reveals the purpose for the dream .. The soldiers are looking for something... They are after something.. Something needs to be corrected.. Soldiers represent authority and discipline, revolution... They are heavily armed which means there has been heavy resistance to the the thought of new discipline or soldiers are for battle ... Is there a battle in your soul.

A trio of strange people approaches me and tells me to leave with them. There’s a very beautiful woman dressed in silver with long black hair and a golden snake wrapped around her body almost like clothing. An old man leaning heavily on a wooden staff accompanied her. He wore a simple outfit of loose fitting…things. I guess something like pants and a longish top. Whatever. He also wore a gauntlet of iron on his right arm. I’m talking iron from wrist to inner elbow. No foolin’. One hell of a big gauntlet. With them was this massive man who drooled a lot. Nice guy though.

These three people are the three parts of you that you would use to evade a fight .. Or battle or encounter with authority or discipline..

We leave and begin walking down this incredibly log corridor. I don’t feel any kind of fear, just intense curiosity and a little bit of excitement. I feel as though they would have let me go my own way if I had asked. But I didn’t, so here I am walking with these people.
Suddenly, the massive man announces in a huge booming voice that he was going no further. The other two nodded, and resumed walking. I looked at him, and he gently touched the top of my head with his forefinger. Then he turned his back to me. I watched as he began to weave a wall with his bare hands. He took bits of matter from thin air and strung it together to form an incredibly thick, virtually impenetrable wall. As I turned to walk away from him, he placed his hands palm down on the wall and began to breathe. My eyes widened as I realized he was becoming the wall.

This first character is like a Giant... Good natured but maybe a bit dumb cause he drools... I thought it represents a situation where you feel small or dumb... Circumstances or past experiences where you have been belittled or felt little strength... So this part of you was created to protect you from that person or those experiences. He became a wall to shut those people or situations out... But now becomes a wall in stopping the soldiers which want to bring change to your life.

We moved away from him as the sounds of the soldiers grew near. By and by we heard shouts and clangs of the soldiers fighting and then nothing. Not a peep. I felt a pang of sadness and the woman turned to me and said that he knew what he was doing and that he wasn’t actually dead, just gone.

We walked along for a while and then the old man stops. Without a word he stands there and plants his staff into the floor of the corridor. Instantly it sprouts and begins to grow and spread. The entrance becomes choked with living vegetation as it swallows the old man. The woman and I stand and watch snapping jaws emerge from the dense foliage. Wisps of steam rise from acid droplets that stream from the leaves that are now blocking the way. Pretty impressive.

This man is old and represents Knowledge... The staff becomes a tree also connected to knowledge. The vegetation represents a tangle of various thoughts. You are very intelligent and this part of you is very effective at slowing down or stopping anything that would be confronting you. Knowledge thoughts and reason , logic even . While being a great assett can also deter much needed change that needs to come to the deepest part of your spirit.

She and I continue on our way. We hear in the distance screams of agony as the soldiers encounter the old man and his wall. A small tear escapes from my eye and falls to the ground. At the sound, the woman stops. She motions for me to continue through the open space that appears before us.

The open space is your being...

I step through this enormous archway into a room that has no end. Literally, there are no walls, only floor and ceiling which is about twenty feet high. I turn to her and ask what the plan is. She smiles at me and sits on a stone bench. I hear the soldiers coming down the hall and I begin to panic. I tell her they’re coming. She replies that I have nothing to fear from them. I look at her questioningly. The golden snake that I had assumed was sleeping unwinds itself from the woman and swallows me whole.

The beautiful silver woman represents worldly knowledge the snake is wisdom... But not from above since it is wrapped around the woman.... Never the less this wisdom has brought financial gain. I also feel the silver woman is slightly deceptive and there is compromise there.. Its a grey ... Not a black or white... Your original feeling that you are screwed because the snake has swallowed you is correct... You then feel at peace because you are the snake ... Exactly it has swallowed you and you are content with that...its a false peace... I’ll quote a line from “First Knight” ... “there are some kinds of peace that are only found on the other side of war!”

Change is coming... This is what your dream is telling you... Change to the very core of your being... But there are many walls that you have created to stop this change... Stop running . Stop hiding... You must face these soldiers and you will find that they bring much needed change and freedom and healing. Don’t rest in a false sense of peace.
I believe your dream is from God... Its giving you clues how first of all to get free from yourself, your past and thoughts that hold you. I think there will be a second part to the dream once you deal with some of these issues..
~Garnet

Can Anyone Interpret This?
I was home in bed sick and I had the craziest dream of all time. But I have no idea what it means, so if anyone out there does, please feel free to email me and tell me. ‘Cause I don’t know.
So here’s the dream. Strap in.
I’m in a courtyard surrounded by people I don’t know. That’s no surprise; most of my dreams start out like this. Anyhow. There is some sort of commotion happening at the other end of the room and I can’t quite see it. Through the other people around me, I find out the cause of all the noise.
There are about thirty or so heavily armed soldiers in the room. A pasty-faced woman tells me that they are looking for something. She doesn’t seem to know what. I shrug my shoulders and turn back to my goblet of whatever it is they used as alcohol back then.
A trio of strange people approaches me and tells me to leave with them. There’s a very beautiful woman dressed in silver with long black hair and a golden snake wrapped around her body almost like clothing. An old man leaning heavily on a wooden staff accompanied her. He wore a simple outfit of loose fitting…things. I guess something like pants and a longish top. Whatever. He also wore a gauntlet of iron on his right arm. I’m talking iron from wrist to inner elbow. No foolin’. One hell of a big gauntlet. With them was this massive man who drooled a lot. Nice guy though.
We leave and begin walking down this incredibly log corridor. I don’t feel any kind of fear, just intense curiosity and a little bit of excitement. I feel as though they would have let me go my own way if I had asked. But I didn’t, so here I am walking with these people.
Suddenly, the massive man announces in a huge booming voice that he was going no further. The other two nodded, and resumed walking. I looked at him, and he gently touched the top of my head with his forefinger. Then he turned his back to me. I watched as he began to weave a wall with his bare hands. He took bits of matter from thin air and strung it together to form an incredibly thick, virtually impenetrable wall. As I turned to walk away from him, he placed his hands palm down on the wall and began to breathe. My eyes widened as I realized he was becoming the wall.
We moved away from him as the sounds of the soldiers grew near. By and by we heard shouts and clangs of the soldiers fighting and then nothing. Not a peep. I felt a pang of sadness and the woman turned to me and said that he knew what he was doing and that he wasn’t actually dead, just gone.
We walked along for a while and then the old man stops. Without a word he stands there and plants his staff into the floor of the corridor. Instantly it sprouts and begins to grow and spread. The entrance becomes choked with living vegetation as it swallows the old man. The woman and I stand and watch snapping jaws emerge from the dense foliage. Wisps of steam rise from acid droplets that stream from the leaves that are now blocking the way. Pretty impressive.
She and I continue on our way. We hear in the distance screams of agony as the soldiers encounter the old man and his wall. A small tear escapes from my eye and falls to the ground. At the sound, the woman stops. She motions for me to continue through the open space that appears before us.
I step through this enormous archway into a room that has no end. Literally, there are no walls, only floor and ceiling which is about twenty feet high. I turn to her and ask what the plan is. She smiles at me and sits on a stone bench. I hear the soldiers coming down the hall and I begin to panic. I tell her they’re coming. She replies that I have nothing to fear from them. I look at her questioningly. The golden snake that I had assumed was sleeping unwinds itself from the woman and swallows me whole.
I have no time to react, and then I am inside the snake. I feel the muscles squeezing me down its length and its so dark even if I could move my hand in front of my face I wouldn’t be able to see it. I realize that I am indeed royally fucked and decide to just wait it out. As I’m trying to figure out how much being digested is going to hurt or if I will miraculously pass out before that, I begin to hear things outside the snake. I listen, and realize that what I’m hearing are the soldiers and the strange woman talking. I hear a few words, but enough to understand that she is telling them I am not with her. She reminds them of the old man’s wall and suggests in a silky voice that perhaps I became caught in it also. I hear the voices fade away, until only the three of us remain.
The woman turns to me and tells me the soldiers are gone and that I’m safe. I try to laugh, because I’m the belly of a fucking snake how the hell does she figure I’m safe when I make a startling discovery. I am the snake. And I’m at peace.

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