Two dreams from two small sleeping sessions.
One: Some sort of church hall. Rick Snyder is with me and is overgrown. He threatens and comes after me witth three different implements. He tosses me one to defend myself with. It is knife-like dagger with an upturned tip. He charges at me time after time, but each time I try to stab him it doesn't penetrate. People linger, walk in and out. At one poiint Pope Jean Paul II walks in, doesn't see me or Rick, but the pope's presense enrages Rick and he continues charging at me. I'm never able to stab him.
Two: Living with Father. It's very dark everywhere. Apparently I have to pack to move and my stuff is hidden everywhere. I have a deadline of 4:40. He is heavily physically abusive. He hits me every time I do something wrong, or not to his liking. I then recoil and cower, slinking over to finish the task. Note: This is the closest I've had to a black and white dream. It was in color, but the saturation was very low. I've heard that black and white dreams are common, but have never experienced it myself.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Cheating & Skeezy
Dream: Jacob and I are together, as in real life. He's thinner, and looking a little bad. He has obviously taken speed, and is hardly paying any attention to me, despite him being my ride, and that we're at a place he took me to. The place is part business, part residence. What sort of business, I have no idea. Some sort of small shop. The residence takes up more room than the business. The entire place is very dark. Blacks and browns. Dim lighting. No seating. Everyone sits on the floor.
I suspect Jacob is cheating on me, but he comes up with excuse after excuse and finds ways to cover up his misdeeds. He often insults me, right in front of other people. He uses his cellphone constantly, and tries to go to another room for privacy. I keep getting upset, as I have to then deal with the other people there, who apparently don't want anything to do with me.
Eventually I get fed up and say that I'm going to walk home. Somehow I know I'm about two miles from home, but home in this case is 4703. Midway in the dream I realize I live at OES. When I start to leave, Jacob starts to get upset. Not because I'm leaving and he wants me with him, but for some selfish reason I can't recall.
Now it changes a bit. When I step out to walk home I see a police car waiting for me. He doesn't confront me directly, but instead tries to intimidate me by his mere presence. Jump back to the entrance. I try to leave but there are threatening dogs in my path. Police car again. Note: it is night outside. Jump to the entrance again, but I have a motorcycle or some sort of small, speedy golf cart. I drive down a small driveway parallel to the building. Another small vehicle passes by to my right. Jacob is in it, with some skeezy bearded guy. They laugh as I pass by.
Jump back to the interior of the residential part. We're all on the floor and the skeezy guy lies down on top of Jacob, though I didn't see it happen. When I do look, I can't see Jacob. All I see are a pair of severed feet in the position they should be in if Jacob were there. It's like most of Jacob's body 'sunk' into the floor. There really isn't anything sexual about what's happening, but I don't like it.
I eventually make my way past the police car, but then someone, not a policeman, emerges from the car just as I start to hide in some low-lying bushes. There is an orange/yellow glow in front of me. I am hidden in the bushes behind some sort of whitish, fibrous membrane, illuminated by the glow. I pop my head up slightly. The person is just on the other side of the membrane, inches from me. I don't think he notices me, so I lower myself again. But then I hear a voice. I get very scared. I look down at the base of the membrane and the person is poking through it with his fingers. I quietly say something like "don't poke your fingers through it".
At this point things blank out.
I suspect Jacob is cheating on me, but he comes up with excuse after excuse and finds ways to cover up his misdeeds. He often insults me, right in front of other people. He uses his cellphone constantly, and tries to go to another room for privacy. I keep getting upset, as I have to then deal with the other people there, who apparently don't want anything to do with me.
Eventually I get fed up and say that I'm going to walk home. Somehow I know I'm about two miles from home, but home in this case is 4703. Midway in the dream I realize I live at OES. When I start to leave, Jacob starts to get upset. Not because I'm leaving and he wants me with him, but for some selfish reason I can't recall.
Now it changes a bit. When I step out to walk home I see a police car waiting for me. He doesn't confront me directly, but instead tries to intimidate me by his mere presence. Jump back to the entrance. I try to leave but there are threatening dogs in my path. Police car again. Note: it is night outside. Jump to the entrance again, but I have a motorcycle or some sort of small, speedy golf cart. I drive down a small driveway parallel to the building. Another small vehicle passes by to my right. Jacob is in it, with some skeezy bearded guy. They laugh as I pass by.
Jump back to the interior of the residential part. We're all on the floor and the skeezy guy lies down on top of Jacob, though I didn't see it happen. When I do look, I can't see Jacob. All I see are a pair of severed feet in the position they should be in if Jacob were there. It's like most of Jacob's body 'sunk' into the floor. There really isn't anything sexual about what's happening, but I don't like it.
I eventually make my way past the police car, but then someone, not a policeman, emerges from the car just as I start to hide in some low-lying bushes. There is an orange/yellow glow in front of me. I am hidden in the bushes behind some sort of whitish, fibrous membrane, illuminated by the glow. I pop my head up slightly. The person is just on the other side of the membrane, inches from me. I don't think he notices me, so I lower myself again. But then I hear a voice. I get very scared. I look down at the base of the membrane and the person is poking through it with his fingers. I quietly say something like "don't poke your fingers through it".
At this point things blank out.
Yikes! A Year!
I didn't realize it has been a year since I've posted here. Not to say that I've had a lack of dreams worth noting. About to post last night's dream.