I had two dreams which connected. In the first, I was walking towards a bunch of religious Jews, each of whom were wearing blue button-down shirts. The person who I was walking with told me, "Look at these Jews. These are the outcasts. Each one of them has a problem; there is something wrong with them." I looked at the fact that I was also wearing a blue shirt and I thought, "what about me? I'm just like them."
I saved my second dream for last because it was a bit more extreme. There were two of us; both of us were psychotic criminals, but at alternating times. In the dream I was Matthew McConaughey, and my
counterpart was Dustin Hoffman (right). In the dream I had vague memories of past crimes I committed and of my close ties with the mob, but everything was a fog.
I remembered specific crime scenes where I was psychotic with my hair oiled back, and I remember other times where the crime boss (Hoffman) was psychotic with his hair oiled back. I remembered visions I had of each of us in our psychotic state at different times [this fact was important to me in the dream], and that our eyes were overly-wide open and we were letting out a scream that was akin to a roar had we been lions.
Dustin Hoffman called me into his office. He told me that he knows nothing about me, and he wanted to know what state I was from. I got the intuition that he was suspicious of me, but I knew he trusted me as a brother. I told him "New York," and then I went into a story about my parents' divorce and the abuse... Mid-story, I decided that I must have sounded stupid for telling the crime boss the story about my family, so I apologized profusely.
The weird thing is that I had a foggy head, and I didn't exactly know who I was or where I was or what I had done the days or weeks (or even hours) beforehand. Hoffman seemed to like me, and it seemed as if he considered me a friend and he trusted me, and I respected him for his power. But I didn't know what our relationship was.
I asked him "do I work for you?" He replied, "In a manner of speaking." I asked, "Am I wealthy?" He answered, "I pay you very well." It was at that point that I stood up not knowing exactly who I was or where I was, and it bothered me because I couldn't focus on what was right in front of me. I remember seeing computers and television screens filling the room, and the crime boss (Hoffman) was sitting in front of the monitors.
I am not exactly sure how to interpret these dreams, but they have many similarities to my real life. If you have any dream interpretations, please let me know.