...I was in a room with about 8 other women. Apparently, it was some kind of intimate party where all the guests, including myself, were wearing elaborate, silky, Elizabethan-influenced dresses. They were dark and rich in color, lots of burgundies and violets. I knew only one woman there. I felt out of place, especially because of the dress. Someone put dark, thick make-up on my eyes. I looked into a mirror and saw a face that was similar to mine but not my face, with a huge "third eye". Typically, the third eye is depicted in paintings on the forehead. But this is dream-land – a third eye rests where the dream puts it.
Hopefully the dream means I am gaining some kind of insight on something; or perhaps it's telling me I have the ability to acquire a wider perspective on life. R-ight. I can be certain it doesn't mean I'm reaching enlightenment.
The dream is more likely telling me what I already know: A defective, twisted and confused brain resides in my skull. Period.
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