Repeating dream themes, repetitive life lessons?

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A few nights ago I had a dream where I felt trapped within the walls of a certain building that I found myself in. I was literally too weak in my dream body to be able to climb over these surrounding walls to escape. Then just last night, I had another dream, also about escaping in its way. This time, the dream begun with me sharing a large room in a large hotel, with my brother. Early morning I got up, but with the two beds, and the various items of other furniture scattered around, the room was still not large enough for me to exercise in. I flew up into an empty space near the ceiling, and I started to perform some stretching exercises in the open space there. I was enjoying doing this, as nothing was restricting me, as I stretched freely one way, then another. It was noisy outside of our room. I came back down to the floor. There were lots of people in the lobby area just outside of our room. I opened our door, and stepped out to have a look around. I came back into my room then, and I climbed back onto my bed to rest for a while longer, after my exercising routine was over. Annoyingly, I had left the door open. A black Negro man and his two young kids then came in and sat on the edge of my bed and started watching the large television screen up on my wall, which was now switched on. Annoyed by this intrusion, I say nothing to him, but I go outside again, right outside of the Hotel now, and I walk a little around the streets in the immediate vicinity there. Something then draws my attention to a near-by derelict building, not far away. Watching it, I see a small window, only one, with no glass in it, in the stony constructed wall of the building, not far from its top. The building is made of bluestone rocks, and is about three or four storeys high, it seemed to me. Suddenly a man flies by me, and he enters this window, and then he disappears inside. I keep watching, and he doesn't emerge, even after a considerable time has now passed. I am curious at this, and knowing that I can fly too, I fly up there, and I enter the small window then too myself. Inside the building is a large tank of some type of a liquid. It looks like a jelly-like thickened water, translucent, but still a bit murky looking. Looking into it, I see what looks like people in there. Taking a deep breath, I jump in there to join them. Under the liquid now, I see some young babies floating past me, then I see some children, just sitting quietly along the glass-like walls of the large tank. Finally a man comes into view, who reaches out his hand and shakes mine. It is the same man who flew in just before me. I am thinking to myself then, “How can he still be under this water, maybe we can breathe under here in some way, or another?” Taking a big risk, I take a breath. Sure enough, it is possible for us to breathe in this strange liquid environment. Suddenly then I feel disturbed by this situation. If I stay here too long, I am thinking to myself, I might be changed permanently in some way, and so then be trapped inside this tank, when I try to get out maybe I might no longer be able to breathe the air outside of this tank. Stressed by this idea, I flew through the watery substance, and right out of it into the small ceiling space above it, and the I flew right through another small open trapdoor entrance in the roof, which I had spotted. For some reason I couldn't find the original window opening any more. It had closed itself up somehow. I was now on the roof of this building. It was a flat roof, with waist high bluestone walls (It was fenced in like a parapet on the top of a fort), all around its perimeters. Looking downwards from this roof, I did notice then, that some other people had found the missing side window, and were trying to climb down the walls of the castle-like building to also try to escape from the place. Guards at the bottom though were capturing/arresting them, as soon as they reached the ground. I thought to myself that I will just fly off from the roof and escape. I get up onto the top of the wall to do this. Then a man grabs onto by back, and he places his hands around my neck, from behind me. I look around to try to see who it is. I tell him, “You better let go of me, because I am going to jump off from this building.” I know that he couldn't know that I could fly. I wanted him to think, that I was simply going to end it all for myself, as I didn't want to be captured and trapped here forever. He pleads with me then to take him with me. He seems to be partially crippled, I notice. I do not know who he is. He is not the man I had seen before. Something about him seems to set my mind at rest though. I am not sure myself if I will be able to fly, carrying his extra weight, all the way past the guards, high enough to escape them, and their grasping hands, and far enough away out of their reach. Maybe I won't make it, burdened down by his extra weight. The end of the dream is though that I then fly with him to safety, and then I woke up feeling very relieved, after such a long dream had now finally ended. Here is the other dream referred to above: Our nightly dreams: Do they really mean anything, or not? By Steve MarshallAustralia @innertalks (21) December 14, 2015 5:36pm CST