Camp Counsellor Prince
I don’t often remember my dreams, so I figured I would write it down while I remembered it.
[Summary] [Reflection] [TL;DR]
Summary
In my dream last night, I was crowned as prince. A prince of what? I have no idea. But I was crowned a prince of something.
My crown was cool. Thinner than the kings, open top so my hair could stick out, my preferred style (?), and gold of course. ‘Princely’, I remember thinking. It was a little big, but I didn’t mind. It had a stick out the front holding a pair of lenses, so I didn’t have to wear my glasses while I wore it. I remember thinking it was weird but cool.
The place I was in, I can only describe as a recital hall — one I would have had a piano recital in as a kid — with stadium style seating. The floors and seating were all red velvet (the material, not the cake), in the arms of the chairs and railings were all a darkest brown sort of mahogany wood color. This place also had its own room where I could put my crown when I wasn’t wearing it, where I immediately put the it after this ceremony, apparently preferring not to wear it, which was weird considering when it was being initially placed on my head during the ceremony, I had noted it was cool.
The king wasn’t my dad, which was weird… But anyway—
This exact same place was also apparently a campground, the kind used for an overnight camp. It seemed to be an all-boys camp, which makes sense (I counselled at a boys camp a lot as a teen). Oddly enough, this time it wasn’t a Christian camp like it usually is when I dream about being a camp counsellor (yeah, I don’t want to talk about it…😒).
So I was a counsellor at this campground, and I was about to start my first session or whatever and I was freaking out about which age group I was supposed to be with. For some reason I knew it wasn’t the youngest group, but I wasn’t sure if it was the middle group or the older group.
I started to set up my room with the younger group, I guess this is an overnight camp, but then I had a panic That it was supposed to be the older group. I then suddenly needed somewhere to change clothes, and for some reason, decided to go to a gymnasium area for the middle group (why!?) and kick everybody out so that I could change there. None of the kids would leave, and even after other counsellors came to help me get them out, they wouldn’t leave.
By the end of it, I ended up telling a kid to “get the fuck out”, which was bad, and I was worried that I would get in trouble for swearing at them. For swearing in general. The other counsellors didn’t seem to notice or care, so I wasn’t sure if I needed to be worried or not, but I was still anxious.
And then I woke up.
Reflection
The prince thing, I have no idea where that came from. But the camp counsellor thing, makes a lot of sense.
Like a lot of teens in high school, I did a lot of volunteer work, as it was a requirement to graduate. One of the places I did a lot of my volunteering was at a Christian overnight boys camp in upstate New York. This will be where the counsellor at an overnight boys camp thing came from. The swearing at a kid thing will come from the last summer I did there, when I was accused of by a kid’s parent of swearing in front of their kid, which I definitely did not do. I didn’t swear much then.
I’m sure there’s a lot that can be interpreted from this dream, but I’m not really here to analyze it, because with the exception of the prince part, I can pretty easily identify where each part of the dream came from in my past. It was a classic past life experience dream.
TL;DR
I was a prince who was also a camp counsellor. Original of the prince part: unknown. Original of the counsellor part: my past.