The Dream that Became an Omen

We experience several states of consciousness (at least seven), which range from the waking and dreaming states to the state of enlightenment. For my purpose, I am considering only the waking and dream states.

Although many opinions exist regarding the meaning of dreams and their purpose, I generally view them as a barometer to my emotional landscape. To put it differently, a dream that leaves me feeling good is usually reflecting that I was feeling good during the waking state. A dream that leaves me uneasy usually occurs when I have been feeling uneasy during the waking state.

However, I once had a dream that not only reflected an uneasy state of mind but became an omen for future events. At the time, I had written a book that met with intense criticism. There was also much praise. But the criticism got to me. Here is the dream:

As I stood amid tables laden with hundreds of thousands books, I noticed a group of torn books with covers imprinted by signs, a combination of Egyptian hieroglyphics and Greek letters. I bought them. Then, several angry persons appeared. As they stood around me, they also stood far away from me on the distant top of a wide white stairway rising to an Acropolis-like courthouse that was a backdrop for their threatening arm gestures. Their words echoed, silent yet malignant. I understood that the group wanted to capture me--but not now--later. The group members wanted me to hide so they could hunt me down and then kill me. Although their faces were unfamiliar, I knew some of them were my friends but the rest were strangers. Their anger stemmed from a suicide. A man had killed himself because he had perceived that I had committed a bad deed. Two other men might die.