I was shopping, and helping a young lady (high school age) pick out her first formal dress. I don’t know who the girl was in real life, but in the dream, she’d had a hard life and really struggled. She wasn’t popular, and this was the first, and probably last, time she was going to go to a dance. She was wearing a beautiful floor-length gown, but was concerned if her butt looked big. I taught her how to use two mirrors to see herself from the back – she had never looked at herself in a mirror before! Once she got the dress, I was sitting in the food court at the mall. I was going to try to get something to eat or drink, but they were closing for the night. I tried to walk behind a man in a wheelchair to leave, and he grabbed me, and the whole table of men started attacking me. They kidnapped me, and he put marks all over me. It was a process similar to tattoos, but they were brown and not as painful, and used a stick to apply. There were brown lines all over my body. When he got to my face, I started crying and said, “are you really going to mark my face too?” I was really upset, but the person was very kind and assured me it was beautiful.
Then Michael was there and it became a very romantic dream and I was no longer worried about the markings.
This dream was all about persona – how I see myself. Using the premise that everyone in the dream was me, as the young girl, (perhaps the first half of my life) I hadn’t really looked at myself. It is now time to settle into myself and really look at myself. The fact that my “attacker” was in a wheelchair is strange, and I’m not sure what that symbolizes. A handicap that I’ve placed on myself? The tattooing process was interesting because I was really upset at the beginning – especially on my face, or that part of me that I show others every day. But by the end, the people who attached me were no longer a threat and I was not upset about the markings – they became an almost sensual part of myself. Sexual dreams are supposed to be about bringing you closer to God and spirituality.
An interesting side note – the tattooing process and designs looked very similar to the New Zealand Maori tradition of Moko, although the markings on me appeared to be more like those on a man based on what I can find online.