SUPERMARIO.

Interpretation of your dream Mary Jane

The dream

Hi. Sorry this is so long.
I was chasing someone, originally “just some kid”. I’d no idea who. We ran through a video game, fantasy-like landscape, with temples, water, fields, and caves, like obstacle courses. He was quick on his feet, like he was dancing circles around my head. I felt sluggish- like I was running waist deep through gel, but somehow I managed to keep up. At times I felt far behind, when I couldn’t see him only around a corner. We came to a cave with water in it. his green shirt streaked and tinted blue from the reflections of the bluish grey rock and the waters below. It was the perfect and perfectly imperfect shade of love, like the strands in one’s eyes. Following him off a cliff into the water below, I got close. When we were in shallow waters, able to run again, the gel lifted. My hand outstretched, I was hairs from the collar. The dream goes into slow motion, and then third person, and fades out.
I never once saw his face or knew if I caught him. Maybe he did something brilliant to elude me last second. Maybe he vanishes into thin air. Maybe I really do catch him.
It cuts back into a split scene, partially in first, partially in third person. I have two distinct memories of this scene, both of which happened at the same time. In one I’m walking out of a store with this person, toward the jeep. He reminds me of my older brother. The parking lot is full of shiny cars, up to the brim with people. In the other memory of such, he’s holding my hand, reminds me nothing of my brother at all, and instead of walking out of a store, we’re just walking through an empty parking lot, deserted. In both versions we are walking, talking about something profound, important, intelligent. We’re two types of incredibly close.
In a short unbearably awkward moment, I fell into him face first. Maybe I tripped over the curb. My face fit perfectly into the hollow of his body, underneath the jaw, where the shoulder meets the chest. Blushing and assuming I’ve made him uncomfortable, I attempt to remove myself, apologizing until I look up. I see a sweet grin across his face, or what little of it I can see. Still, I never saw his whole face, but only his mouth and jaw. He’s holding me where I stand.
For only one second, that second lasts forever, because as it happened, the world slowed and slurred to a complete stop. A tree nearby glittered in the sun. All that hadn’t stopped was the wind, and as it blew the tree’s leaves glistened and seemed to whisper. As it blew, the entire world, still on pause, swayed with the breeze, and we swayed with it, almost defying gravity for that second, but feeling nothing less than loved and comfortable all the while, not feeling off balance at all.
Holding me close, I felt the brush of his jaw against my face, his hands on my waist, his body heat radiated and surrounded me, as he asked in the sweetest, sincerest voice I can never imagine, or imitate.
“Has anything like this ever happened to you before?”
I told him no.
At first I thought I was lying, but at that time I had no idea what that question even meant.
Weeks later I woke up thinking of it, no longer feeling guilty, no longer feeling I’d lied. I wondered if he still thought I was lying, or if he ever really knew to begin with.

Interpretation by Augusta Neumann

First of all, my congrats to you fantasy ! You must be young. You avoid to say the only thing which matters: who is he ? Or better, who do you think he is ? You know it perfectly well. When dreams are so well described and full of light,colours,movements and shapes, it means that consciousness entered in it therefore it seems more like a SuperMarioBros adventure. I think that this magic guy belongs to the part of yourself you are not listening at the present moment, the younger,hopefull,passionate part. Maybe your life is quite boring, that's why SuperMario arrives at night. At the end you are talking about a real human being, aren't you ? Maybe you are a bit confused. Hugs. Augusta