I had a weird dream last night. It was so out-of-place that I decided to share it here, hoping someone out there might help me interpret it.

In the dream, I was sleeping in our bed here in Doha when I was awoken in the middle of the night by Jeff’s voice, speaking to someone. He sounded nervous as he was saying “Who are you,” “How did you get here?” “What do you want?” I opened my eyes to see a young Filipino woman standing by the side of the bed and pointing a gun at us. It seemed very real.

As soon as she realized I was awake, she looked at me and ordered me to guide her to the place where I was “hiding the money”. She kept telling me she knew that I was hiding the money somewhere. So I got out of the bed and walked to the entrance of the room where there was a Christmas stocking hanging on the edge of the wall.

I took out all of the money hidden there and gave it to her. While I was doing that, I looked closely at her face and realized she was the same woman who came to our place to clean it. [We don’t actually have a cleaner. This is only a dream :)]

After seeing the look of shock and betrayal on my face, the woman felt surprisingly sorry for me and decided to give me her gun. “Here,” she said “Take this in case my friends outside decide to attack you … Take it for protection.”

I took the gun and rushed to the TV room and there they were: her accomplices. Her partners in crime were two other young Filipino women standing in the middle of the room with guns pointing at me.

While I was digesting this troubling scene, my parents showed up on our doorstep out of the blue from Amman for a visit. I got tense and decided to act fast. Not wanting to make my parents worry, I approached the menacing women, put my arms around both of them and introduced them to my parents as my “best buddies in Doha,” whom I was just walking out.

After the criminals left the apartment peacefully, my father told me: “Natasha, for some reason they didn’t strike me as people you would choose as your friends.” I had to confess. I told him what happened and then I showed him the gun the woman gave to me. “Look Dad, she even gave me her gun,” I said, then looking closely at the weapon and realizing it was only a toy gun!


Can someone out there explain this complex and extremely vivid dream to me?