Spirit is that voice that whispers into our intuitive ear, and sometimes she has a strange way of doing it. Dreams can be a real warehouse of intuitive information, but unless you are someone who enjoys symbolism, the poetry of dreams can often end up seeming like a jumble of unnecessary madness. I had a very strange dream last night, and had almost chalked it up to just that: "what a weird dream!" but when I decided to write it down I realized how pertinent it was to my waking life and emotions lately.
In the dream, I was living in a dorm room and two of my friends were over. One of them was talking about her life, that she slept a lot, that she this-that-and the other and finally she paused and said, "Well, basically I'm depressed." Me too! I said. My other friend, male, confirmed he was also depressed. I started thinking about times when I had been depressed before, and what the trigger was.
I was looking at a chart of the life history of my female friend which showed three pictures of time periods in her life in which she had  been depressed. We determined that the female friend had had a period once of being depressed back in a time when she had lived in the Northeastern U.S. in a small community that was controlled by a fascist leader who claimed all the women in the community as his wives. 
Suddenly in the dream, I was living in that community, back intime, and doing so from the perspective of a girl child who lived there. All the people walked single-file into a building. They each had a small square of felt-like fabric to hand in order to get access into the building. I later watched a parade of women, and remember wondering how a person could become like the dictator of this community--how someone could decide to wield so much power over others.
Later, inside the building another female child friend of mine are talking to the dictator. We are saying things that we hope will be satisfying to him so that he won't get mad at us. We are asking him questions about the history of the community. I am trying to be intelligent, but also trying to understand the role of women in my own community. I want to impress him, and to understand him, and know exactly what kind of situation I'm in from a female perspective. In other words, I want to know what cards I've been dealt in being born into this community so that I can work these cards to my best advantage, in order to live my most fulfilling life.
Later in the dream I have shifted back to present-day, and am an adult again, talking to one of my friends about his grandmother's history. She had lived in that fascist community long ago when it had still existed. My friend (in real life and in this dream!) is very smart about history and he was telling me about the history of the place. I was saying how I was surprised it had existed at all, because I had never heard of it. 
For some reason we were using a hot glue gun to glue up decorations? I think we were even gluing those small square felt pieces that the people in the community had used as tickets to get into their public building. Suddenly, I am trying to get down off of a ladder but the hot glue gun I'm holding is dripping on me and I'm trying to avoid the hot threads of glue. This is where the dream fades off.
I can see how this dream relates to some emotions I'm having lately, which I have also had before, about the possibility of entering into a romantic relationship with a man. I guess I have issues with gender roles, and this brings anger to the surface sometimes. Even in the modern world, being a woman can be frustrating. Being female is so often about meeting the needs of the male, of losing oneself to the needs of the relationship. :) The dream almost seems like a past-life regression in a strange way. In a regression you will choose a past lifetime that has the most relevance to the person's current problem. I looked at a storyboard of my friend's past depressions, and chose one that was obviously so back on the timeline that it could not have been in her current lifetime, and then I went there. Not *exactly* a past-lifetime regression, but elements of the healing modality are presented, definitely.
Obviously neither I nor my dream friend, nor my other friend's grandmother really lived in this community in the Northeast. It never existed. But have people lived in fascist communities? Yes. Have women lived in areas where they belonged to men? Yes, of course. So there are themes here which affect me, regardless of my specific past lifetimes, because as a woman I have a root that still connects me to the reality of this history. Spirit wants me to acknowledge that I am having issues with this historical reality, and that it is affecting me currently in my willingness to open up my heart.
Dreammoods.com explains the meaning of glue in a dream as: "You have a fear of partnership or commitment and a general distrust of people around you. On the flip side, you may be too clingy. Alternatively, you are holding on to some false hope." So appropriate for my emotions lately! Spirit has an interesting way of helping a person to understand what's going on with them, why they're feeling as they do.