Dream Interpreter AI™

Reflections and Revelations in a Haunted Farm

I’m somewhere remote, it looks like I’m on a farm in a barn/some wooden structure. That barn is a coffee shop. I’m standing in line buying coffee and talking to a male barista. Barista and I are mutually flirting. Later (maybe days later) I and this barista cuddling each other. I remember thinking that it’s a nice feeling to start falling for someone. I want to continue “falling”/being in that feeling even though I’m not serious about it (?). And I know that I’m not from this farm area. I’m from somewhere else, I think a city. Next, I see mirrors in that coffee shop. In them I see reflections of different art pieces on the walls. The art pieces on a wall look normal but the reflections of them look scary/horrifying. A picture of a pumpkin is reflected as a sad/scary pumpkin. A picture of a smiling clown/person is reflected as a horrifying sad one. All the reflections of art pieces look scary. Seeing that scares me. I have the intuition that this place is not how it looks. I don’t have a good intuition about this place. But just those reflections seem not enough to leave right away. But few moments later I got a call from my mom ( I assume she wasn’t feeling well) and I had to leave the farm anyway. Months or a year later I’m back in that area. I think I wanted to visit that barist again since I had to leave. But I’m not on the farm yet. I’m in the airport store (wooden and small airport). I’m in line again buying something. After that I wanted to go to the farm. A young woman who was in line after me said “You better not go there. You don’t belong there. You’re white”. I don’t know this woman but she feels like a native American ( a bit darker skin, some face features like that). She is local. I’m not. When I stepped out of the store/airport that woman showed me what happened on the farm while I was gone to that barista. That barista ( who I assume didn’t belong there either/wasn’t local) felt that he didn’t need to respect the forces/spirits/Gods of that place. He felt carried away and powerful. He wanted to open another coffee shop by himself. That woman shows me that one night that barista was standing alone by himself, looking in the sky and telling Gods/forces/ that he needs proof (of them), his rational part doesn’t believe in. He was telling them he doesn’t care about his life, he doesn’t appreciate life . He shows F*** you to the sky/to the forces. I’m shocked that he can do such a thing/such disrespect. Next thing I see through the eyes of that young woman is that the barista was in his new coffee shop. He hears voices upstairs, they are calling for him. I know something bad will happen. But while the barista might have an intuition that those voices are not real people’s/human voices but voices of spirits, he dismisses that ( as too irrational). He goes upstairs ( very long stairs), and he falls down them and dies ( I assume because I don’t actually see his dead body). He disrespected Gods and paid the price. I see my mom and my dad. My mom is holding me as a baby. I know that I was a very big chunky baby but this baby is very tiny but I know it’s me. There is me, the dreamer, and me the baby. I want to hold the baby or put her somewhere but the way I do is a tough or hard for my mom ( but to me basically feels like how an average person would hold a baby). My mom takes the baby me from me very kindly and softly and puts the baby on the ground. In this moment I realize that I was cared much more softly, gently, kindly, and lovingly than the average baby. I always assumed (in a dream) that my mom took an average care of me but I’ve realized that it was above average.