Rather than dig up the other dream thread about a cemetary, I wanted to call attention to this particular dream I had about four years ago. I've tried using several sources at my disposal, and I still can't find a good solid interpretation for it. I don't mind at all if my fellow HTF members joke about it (hell, I'm the guy on this forum who can't be serious for longer than five minutes), but I would at least like one serious interpretation. The dream starts out very strangely. I'm in a packed courtroom, and I think I hear people talking back and forth. From the dress of the people, it looked like I was in the Old West. My "view" (if you can call it that) was advancing up the aisle, and I see a man seated at the defendant's table. A crying woman and a child were seated behind him in the "crowd" seats. The three were huddled together like some sad, united family. My "view" then proceeded towards the judge's seat, and the next thing I knew, I was in it and looking over the whole court. It gets fuzzy here, and all of a sudden I perceive to be what looked like two lawyers arguing a case before my eyes. Even though I could hear the "wife" and "child" crying, the lawyers' "voices" were mute to me. The "defendant" looked like some downtrodden man, a person who was so down on his luck you anybody would've felt pity for him. This went on for a short period of time, and then I noticed the lawyers sitting down. Next thing I knew, I was pointing my gavel (sp?) at the defendent, and a huge wail of sorrow came from the wife. The "defending" lawyer simply patted the man on the back while the defendant was closely hugging his wife and child. Then this is where it gets strange. The dream "shifts" to where it's out in the middle of a Western town street with a huge, gathering crowd. I remember my "view' consisted of being on what looked like to be those platforms where they hung people. Next thing I know, the defendant was being brought up to the platform and a noose was fitted around him. The strange thing was I only kept hearing the sounds of that woman and child crying. Only this time, they were begging for mercy, and the child was begging for daddy to be let go. Next thing I knew, I yanked something everything went silent. I looked to my right, and I see the body of the man dead. I walked down the platform, and proceeded to go away from it. It was then that I noticed that the huge crowd was gone. I continued walking until I got to what looked like the end of the street and finally turned around. The wife and child were huddled around the hanging dead man's feet. It was then that I noticed that the sound "returned" and heard their crying. It was kind of like soft sobs of pain and sorrow. I don't know why, but I just stood there watching those two share their pain. That's when the current dream ended and another one began. Well, that's the end of it. By now, I've bet some of you snarfed your milk, beer, water, or soda. If I were somebody else, I would've pointed and laughed at me too. But the thing that bothered me the most is that A. How I could remember such vivid detail B. And the sadness of the whole thing. Your thoughts?