Oh Magical Jim has inspired me, once again, to start a new topic.

All of my dreams are revealing (to me). And because I have been keeping a detailed journal of my dreams for about three years now, one side effect has been that my dreams seem to make more sense than they used to. I used to have some rather disjointed dreams and symbols that were "all over the place", but now, that is quite rare. Usually the dreams follow a reasonably logical line of thinking. And I often kinda entice the material into a logical line for the purpose of recording it.

Since my dream last night was revealing (as always), but not too uncomfortably so... so I'll start by sharing it.

I dreamed that it was Halloween. I was in the US with my parents. We were going to go trick-or-treating. The area to the north was full of more expensive homes. We decided to go there for the best treats. Then we realized we had a specific map allocated to us for going on an elite route with select others.

I felt nervous about all of it as it was getting complicated and deviating from the spontaneous idea of simply trick-or-treating. I didn't feel comfortable with all of the assumptions (such as this route would be better because it was exclusive, or that the wealthier houses would have better treats). The first house on the list looked very ordinary. A woman who at first seemed Mexican and then later seemed Chinese, opened the door and led everyone inside. I felt concerned wondering why we were being taken inside instead of just being handed a treat through the door.

Inside, the line of trick-or-treating adults were led down staircases past several levels. It was amazing once inside to see how much of the place was underground and not obvious from the outside. I stayed on the first level. My reluctance that this was all too contrived had finally gotten the better of me and I didn't want to go any further. Once everyone was out of sight my curiosity won and I went down the stairs until I reached the basement where everyone was gathered and breakfast was being cooked and served.

I definitely didn't want breakfast as we had already eaten a meal before we left to trick-or-treat. My parents hadn't wanted the meal either, but we all forced ourselves to politely accept it and try to see the meal as something good, and a bonus. But it wasn't, and it was wasting time, and we weren't collecting our treats, etc.

Then the women hostesses came around to sign everyone up for some charity work. The meal was a precursor to guilt people into signing up for an outing into a poorer area to make a similar breakfast for others. The whole trick-or-treat thing was going in the totally wrong direction. I definitely did not want to sign up for volunteer work at this stage. Those around me seemed equally reluctant, but all of us felt guilty and the hostesses had planned for us to feel we owed to give back. Suddenly I decided to volunteer. Some small part of me saw a glimpse at how it could be a reward if I didn't fight it in my mind. Still, overall, I was rather disappointed by the whole experience. And it made me wonder what would have happened if I had followed my intuition and natural desires.

Ethics, so fun to ponder.

Any dreams to share?