Im gonna try to not add to many deatails about the dirty parts because im new here and dont know what the policy on that kind of stuff is here and dont want my post deleted. Im actually a grower and just realized you guys have growing advice so maybe ill stick around here, but i didnt smoke/drink/take ANYTHING the night before this dream. I'm going back to add this but the backpack is with me the whole dream along with the paranoia it carries and me checking on it. I just dont feel like typing i checked on my backpack every few lines. It started pretty crazy just dont judge, skip over the first part if u want cuz its kinda dirty i just left it in because the details seem like they mean something. I showed up at my grandparents house carrying a backpack. only it wasnt "their house" in the dream. The house was full of a few guys and girls. Everyone kept commenting about how i had just cashed out everything i had and was running away from it all. They kept asking me were i was hiding my money, and everyone assumed it was my backpack, so i looked inside and found 50 thousand dollars. Immediately I was overwhelmed with a sense of paranoia that someone would steal this money from me and i felt like i had to keep checking constantly on my bag until this "scene" was over. So i proceeded to just hang out as normal and it turned out that this was a porn set and a movie was being filmed. yadayadayada, half way thru something happens to the guy and everyone asks me to step in and they tell me that the pay would help with my great escape. Again I feel worried that its a trap to get me to let my guard down and forget my money but the pay is good, and the girl is hot so i accept. I strip down and a naked girl mounts me, im immediately "hard" hmmm (trying not to make this dirty but i want to write the details sry) but instead of letting me lets say enter her, she just rubs against my stomach. The director starts yelling at her and she blames it on me saying i'm not hard. He tells us to try again, and the same thing happens. The director then yells at me that if i cant do this he cant pay me. I respond that i'm not the problem, and stand up pick her up push her against the wall, push myself in, and start doing my thing. But somethings not right, Im not feeling the pleasure that would normally come with this act, and continuing seems rather arduous and then I remember my money and look at my backpack (I have been doing this the whole time) and i just dont feel like finishing. I just want to leave. The whole things kind of phases out to the next part of my dream. Now I am in my grandparents basement, and now this is actually my grandparents house, I'm talking with my grandparents about moving in to the basement (which seems kind of strange because they have an extra bedroom, and family is always welcome to it, my cousin just moved out of it a few months ago after staying there for 6 months due to hard times, so why would i banish myself or be banished to the basement) So I set up shop there and borrow my grandfathers car (in reality i have a car actually i have 2 if you count my 1973 mgb im restoring) to go out. I dont remember where i went, but i come home and instead of parking in the driveway i park in a parking lot right out the backdoor to the basement (neither of which exist in reality) I go inside hang out for a while and then decide to go outside again but find the car getting towed. I chase them down the street to no avail, and get really depressed and feel like I just want to go home, to my parents house. I try walking there but feel like I have no idea where I am, when someone stops for me. Its a pretty attractive girl, and I tell her how my car got towed and I have no idea where I am, she tells me the town, and I ask her for a ride to my parents house. She says ok but insists that we know eachother and I have to guess who she is, i ask if shes a neighbor, and she says no, that she was some friend of my sisters. So I get in the car and instead of driving she says that "if I want a ride, she wants a ride" meaning sex. I find her attractive so I get pretty excited about it and agree right away. The odd thing is right before we start she says to me (and this phrase really stuck with me because it seemed really strange) "mommys make great daddys, and daddys make great mommys." We then started and this time i was enjoying it and I kind of blacked out again. Now I found myself back in my grandparents basement this time though it wasnt them who the house belonged to again. I had a family of strangers (2 parents and their daughter) yelling at me because of the car getting towed and rent. I kind of buz out the yelling and just look at the girl who is standing there silently purposefully not acknowledging me and realize that she is this girl who I kind of have a history with and after finally asking her out got turned down from (that part is from reality) I ignore the parents and stare at her just thinking. They all go back upstairs, and I check on my backpack, and a couple of minutes later find snakes and crocodiles all over the basemnt. I find a sword and start killing them while standing in a corner when the family comes down again. They have some people in suits with them who they are showing the house to (bank people or something) and I again look at the girl and she is ignoring me. I keep killing the crocodiles and giant snakes with my sword from a distance but im now focusing on the ones around her trying to keep her safe. This goes on for a while when she changes into my cousin (another one this one is a 16 yr old girl who i see once every few years in reality) She start yelling at me for smashing the sword around but I ignore her because im trying to kill all the snakes and stuff. The parents and "suits" leave and I keep using the sword when my cousing starts screaming at me this time, grabs the sword and start smashing boxes while saying"smashing things, smashing things, thats all you do, here does this make you happy" I try to stop her, but suddenly a bright light comes out of one of the boxes she smashed and this small wooden doll with fire inside it floats out of the box. We both get the sense that this thing is evil and run for the stairs to leave the basement with me ahead of her. I think about the backpack but say forget it the moneys not worth your life. I stumble up the stair open the door and see a family member giving me their hand (cant remember who) I take there hand and go to take the final step when they put out their leg and trip me, and push me down the stairs. I then remember falling backwards into fire when the dream ended and i woke up.
You have anxiety that is at conflict with your desires. You are holding yourself back from something you want. This causes you a lot of anger, which you express externally and project upon the outside world, but you are the true source of your torment. This conflict makes you feel lost, because you have conflicting paths set before you and you don't know which to follow, so you wander aimlessly. You look for relief from this torment from your animus, or your ideal woman, your counterpart, but the healing must come from within yourself.
I'll give it a go, but it may take more than one post. The money bag imo represents your personal assets, knowledge, talents and such. You are very focused on this and not in a position to share your qualities with the world. A house imo symbolizes your family and friends. On a couple of occasions you meet your Animah, your female side as a man. (Animus is the male side of women, neodude, but otherwise I agree to your interpretation on this) The encounters seem fruitless and akward (not being hard, corny pickup line) and could signify some inner conflict. The sword seems phallic (sorry for mixing Freud and Jung here), the batlle against the "wild beasts and monsters" is a very common dream and imo signifies the controlled mind fighting urges and desires. A childhood secret emerges from the box, give that some afterthought, I should not dig in that as a nonprofessional. Try to give some feedback to this as I see dream interpretation as an intuitive and iterative process.
