Date of dream: Thursday, January 11, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I am on a sidewalk. I feel R's energy, presence, but he is not there. We meet T, a girl who R was
secretly intimate with several times during our relationship. R is nervous, apprehensive. I extend my
hand, smile and say "It's so nice to meet you". She replies sarcastically, "what is so nice about it?" I
say "R says nice things about you. He likes you a lot." Scene shifts to me, I am all of a sudden very
angry, outraged, I grab her hair with my fists on both sides of her head, bend my knee, and smack
her head down into my knee. She looks up, her eyes are closed. I knocked out her two front teeth.
She is bleeding from her mouth and her nose. I stand there watching her, with my fists clenched at my
side, waiting for her to strike back. She does nothing, kneels there, looking up at me, dazed. I think to
myself, with contempt, "How pathetic"
Additional Comments:
This dream was a bit of a catharsis, I suppose. I have all this pent up anger about what R did, and
much of it surfaced this evening just before I went to bed. I fell asleep crying with rage about it, I'm
sure this dream was an extension of those feelings into sleepytime...
Date of dream: Friday, January 05, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I am sitting naked on Alex's bed. We have just finished having sex. I see the room clearly. There is
his skylight above me, it is night, dark, stars in the sky. I am naked, sitting up, my hair is loose, my
legs tucked under me under the sheets. Alex is standing above me at the foot of the bed. I see his
dark hair, tan skin, I feel a very masculine energy. He is staring at me. He is frustrated at first, but
then is overcome by an emotion. Slowly, in a dreamy way, almost awestruck, he says, " You are a
mermaid"
Date of dream: Saturday, December 30, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I am walking down a street. There are huge carnival wagons lining the side of it. There is one that is
smaller than the other, a rectangle. I am pushing it off the street, trying to line it up between two other
big trucks. The box is partly open. I open the lid. There is marijuana, arranged neatly, like in a line,
down the length of the box. It is on black tissue paper. I think to my self, with my luck, there will be a
snake under there. I pull up one side of the paper. There is a dark brown blackish snake. But I don't
see the whole thing, just two humps of it, like how you might imagine the loch ness monster. I am
walking up to R's place, except it is in a busy, urban area. His building is white. He is not happy to see
me; he is interested in doing other things and wants me to leave. He is talking to other men and
women, dirty ones... and is too engaged in them to bother with me. His eyes are dull, bleary, severly
blood shot, like when he gets high. I can see the red veins in them. He is having a conversation with
a man who is high. I begin to walk away down the street.
Additional Comments:
This one's chock full of my usual dream goodies! Snakes, the color white, R making me feel yucky.....
