I am a man. I am with my brother who is driving. We are on a very hilly, rural road. I coach my bother on when to pass other cars.
We stop at this sheep farm and wander around. We see sheep on a hll not far away. There are all these bits of floating, sheep wool in the air like snow.
We go into a side building (not the main home). It is like a small bedroom. We sense danger. The adult daughter comes to the door. We try to push our way past her. She cuts my brother’s finger and gets a drug into him. It is like a tranquilizer. She can control him now. The drug starts to wear off. Her mother is there now. She has more of the drug. The drug looks like small cards.
Somehow I get my brother and we drive away. We get out of the country and into a city where we are safe.
Day notes: I took an ibuprofen the last two nights in order to sleep. In waking life, I was feeling pressured to “get things done”.
I see that sheep can be a metaphor for dependence on external guidance, the need for a shepherd. Their white wool floating in the air seems angelic. I adored being in the rural part of England that was full of sheep, both white and black. Animal families connected with love.
Yet there is danger from the human feminine, mother and daughter. Your brother seems to need a shepherd/coach (you). I never dream of drugs, but in “my dream” they are an element of our fearful, physical world. Control.