This dream was fairly simple actually. All that really happened (that I can remember anyhow) was that Mike had gotten extremely pissed off at my friend Megan, and the most of the dream was him standing by the front door, her sitting on the love seat in the living room, and he was just yelling at her. Not all of it was straight out yelling of course; most of it seemed like lecturing. He was telling her all the things he was fed up with, all the things he felt she needed to start doing more of around the house, all the reasons he had for not liking the way she was or the things she was or was not doing, and he was telling her all the things that I do around the house that she could very easily do and was not doing. All the extra work he watched me do day in and day out, and all the things that he was going to do if she didn't start picking up the slack around here. All the things that apparently he had built up anger for, but had never said. Well he seemed very relieved to finally be getting it off his chest, even though he was very angry and hateful at this time. I didn't know what to do except to sit there and listen, keep my head down, and just keep crocheting. I didn't want to take sides, I didn't want to outright agree with him, but I also didn't want to stand up for her when I did feel personally that there were a few things around the house that she COULD be doing more of... Oh well. It was a very hateful dream, angry and full of frustration, although the lecturing and stuff was probably a good step.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Watching a Movie at a Reunion
This one seemed to repeat itself twice. I watched it first as if I was hovering over it, then the second time I watched it, it was an actual movie on a television, and I was sitting in a room. I think I was supposed to be watching it on the TV the entire time, but I had to watch it twice so that I would have a firm grasp not only on what happened during the video but also what happened around me while it was playing.
The first time I watched it, I was there. I don't remember all of it (sadly that is probably because I'm recording this two days late) but I do remember there was a lot of action and killing and chasing and shooting. I remember a car crash, during a chase, and a huge explosion. I wish I could remember more. =/
I do remember more about the second part though. In the second part, I was in a medium sized room that had a few different couches and a TV in the center of one wall. There were people lined up all over the room, on the couches and on the floor, all watching the movie. Some of them were leaning in against each other, some of them were sitting cross-legged and angled to face each other, and some of them were off on their own but laughing and looking over their shoulder to carry on a conversation with the people behind them. A few people were totally engrossed in the movie, but for the most part everyone was happy just spending time together and being congenial.
A lot of these people looked very familiar to me; most of them were from my high school, and a lot of them I was very good friends with back then. Of course, I didn't know everyone. There were a few people that I had no idea who they were. There were also a few people that I find myself captivated by when I look back on this dream, because while I was in the dream I know for a fact that I knew them. I mean I knew them personally and was very familiar with them. But when I woke up I recalled their faces and I know that in real life I have never met or even seen these people in my life. One of these people was a girl who was sitting on the same couch as I was. She had darker skin, like a dark bronzed color, with straight shiny black hair (though some of it was curled) and she was wearing a lot of gold jewelry (like bangles and necklaces and arm cuffs and stuff). I don't remember her name but for some reason, looking back now, she reminds me a bit of princess Jasmine from the Disney movie Aladdin.
Most of the high school people I knew were all separated out into their personal cliques and I was fine with that. I was content just being off in my own little world and attempting to watch the movie. However, it was a bit distracting that one of the people sitting next to me was my old friend Renee. He was curled up on the seat next to me, and we were talking about our pasts and where our lives had taken us. At one point he went to lay down and he had rested his head against my legs and got comfortable. Surprisingly, it WAS comfortable. He turned his head to look up at me, and he said that he was very grateful that I agreed with him and didn't like the person who had told him that his ex girlfriend had deserved to be killed by being ripped apart to death. I was a bit shocked because I honestly believed that just about anyone would hate someone who had ripped someones face off. I guess not.
Anyways, at some point, even though I knew it was Renee who had curled up at my feet, he had to shift positions because that bronze girl was suddenly leaning back against the cushions beside me. I turned my head to the left to look at her, and she turned her head back to look at me and we both just sort of smiled at each other and shared some sort of inside joke or knowledge. She was so beautiful. I wish I knew who she was and how I knew her in the dream, because I honestly don't know who she is in real life and I know that I have never met her. I wish I would meet her or figure out who she is and what she is supposed to mean to me, because there is some sort of connection between me and her, I just know it.
The first time I watched it, I was there. I don't remember all of it (sadly that is probably because I'm recording this two days late) but I do remember there was a lot of action and killing and chasing and shooting. I remember a car crash, during a chase, and a huge explosion. I wish I could remember more. =/
I do remember more about the second part though. In the second part, I was in a medium sized room that had a few different couches and a TV in the center of one wall. There were people lined up all over the room, on the couches and on the floor, all watching the movie. Some of them were leaning in against each other, some of them were sitting cross-legged and angled to face each other, and some of them were off on their own but laughing and looking over their shoulder to carry on a conversation with the people behind them. A few people were totally engrossed in the movie, but for the most part everyone was happy just spending time together and being congenial.
A lot of these people looked very familiar to me; most of them were from my high school, and a lot of them I was very good friends with back then. Of course, I didn't know everyone. There were a few people that I had no idea who they were. There were also a few people that I find myself captivated by when I look back on this dream, because while I was in the dream I know for a fact that I knew them. I mean I knew them personally and was very familiar with them. But when I woke up I recalled their faces and I know that in real life I have never met or even seen these people in my life. One of these people was a girl who was sitting on the same couch as I was. She had darker skin, like a dark bronzed color, with straight shiny black hair (though some of it was curled) and she was wearing a lot of gold jewelry (like bangles and necklaces and arm cuffs and stuff). I don't remember her name but for some reason, looking back now, she reminds me a bit of princess Jasmine from the Disney movie Aladdin.
Most of the high school people I knew were all separated out into their personal cliques and I was fine with that. I was content just being off in my own little world and attempting to watch the movie. However, it was a bit distracting that one of the people sitting next to me was my old friend Renee. He was curled up on the seat next to me, and we were talking about our pasts and where our lives had taken us. At one point he went to lay down and he had rested his head against my legs and got comfortable. Surprisingly, it WAS comfortable. He turned his head to look up at me, and he said that he was very grateful that I agreed with him and didn't like the person who had told him that his ex girlfriend had deserved to be killed by being ripped apart to death. I was a bit shocked because I honestly believed that just about anyone would hate someone who had ripped someones face off. I guess not.
Anyways, at some point, even though I knew it was Renee who had curled up at my feet, he had to shift positions because that bronze girl was suddenly leaning back against the cushions beside me. I turned my head to the left to look at her, and she turned her head back to look at me and we both just sort of smiled at each other and shared some sort of inside joke or knowledge. She was so beautiful. I wish I knew who she was and how I knew her in the dream, because I honestly don't know who she is in real life and I know that I have never met her. I wish I would meet her or figure out who she is and what she is supposed to mean to me, because there is some sort of connection between me and her, I just know it.
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