Date of dream: Saturday, February 26, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was at my parents' house, and I'd recently discovered that their whole street was built on the site of a Victorian mental institute. There were loads of people wandering round in the street outside, one of whom was a young woman in a grey dress. She told me that an ancestor of hers had been commited in the institute, and she'd uncovered some kind of secret about the treatment of the patients, and intended to expose it. She had written everything down in a diary of hers, which had since been taken and hidden. The pages of the diary were now hidden around the street; some were just strewn in gardens, others were buried. I decided to help her, and we both spent ages gathering together these pages. Eventually, she thought she had them all, so I left her and went inside my parents' house.
My ex-boyfriend, Rich, was inside the house. I started talking to him, then we ended up kissing, then taking things further. I heard my parents arriving home, so we stopped. I decided to go to bed, while Rich wanted to grab a drink, and said he'd be up soon. I went upstairs to my bedroom, which was huge, about 6 times the size of the room in real life (and the same layout as the sewing room in my grandmother's house, but with two single beds next to each other in the middle of the room). I got changed and got into bed, and waited for Rich to come up and get into the other bed. I waited for ages, but he never came. Deep down I knew he was never going to come, but I couldn't let go of the hope that he might.
Additional Comments:
I don't know what to make of the second part of the dream. I don't want to get back together with my ex, he didn't treat me particularly well, but I'm certainly still struggling to get over the situation. Dreams like this just confound my confusion!
Date of dream: Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was walking into work with my ex, Rich. He was wearing a weird suit that looked almost Victorian - it had a suede jacket and an open shirt. He was also wearing cowboy boots, in thick, patterned, brown leather. He seemed really cocky and arrogant, like he was convinced he was the most impressive man in the world. When we got to the car park, we saw it had been filled with about 30 caravans. They were small, barely big enough for a person to sleep in, and they were very rounded. They each had a white roof, with a different coloured door. The fixtures and fittings hadn't been installed yet, they were just a shell, but they had a driver's seat in the front. One of the caravans wasn't lined up with the others. It had a peach coloured door. I looked inside and told Rich I thought it was cute, and made a joke about living in it. He told me to get inside and give driving it a try. I got in and started driving through the car park. I was only going slowly, but I couldn't stop - there were about 5 pedals inside, and no combination seemed to make it stop. Rich was either in the caravan or walking next to it - he was easily able to help me if he wanted to. I kept calling to him to help me stop, but he wouldn't. I ended up going round a corner, and saw that I was headed into a ditch. There was a large metal cable hanging down and I was convinced that if I hit it, I would be electrocuted and killed. I started screaming for Rich to help me, but he still wouldn't. Eventually, I hit the cable, and instead of electrocuting me, it seemed to short circuit the caravan, which then crashed into a ditch and fell to pieces. Somehow, I was completely unhurt.
We walked back round to the front of the car park, and were confronted by a man who was apparently our boss. He had been gathering the caravans so he could sell them. He saw the remains of the peach caravan, and he was furious. He started yelling at us and said "I bet one of you was careless when you parked your car, and shunted the caravan into the ditch". Rich said "That's exactly what happened, it was my fault". I was shocked that he had taken the blame. The boss asked me if this was true, and I didn't know what to say. On the one hand, I didn't want Rich to get in trouble for something I had done, but on the other hand, I didn't want to throw this gesture back in his face. I somehow knew I'd be in more trouble than him if I was caught. I panicked and said "I don't know what happened". The manager left, saying he'd deal with Rich later, and Rich smiled at me like I'd done the right thing. I wanted to thank him, but I couldn't think of the words. I was standing in front of him, with my hands on his chest, looking up at him. I wanted to say something like "It's things like that which made me love you", but every time I tried to think of a way to say it, it ended up sounding like I was saying I still loved him, which I didn't want to say. I ended up stuttering a bit, but not saying much. Somehow he knew what I meant, and he hugged me.
Rich led me inside a building - it looked like a Victorian manor house. I knew this was going to be his house, because he was marrying a wealthy Victorian woman. We went inside and were introduced to his fiance and another woman. The fiance was a pretty blonde woman, and her friend looked like Janice from the Muppets. They were both wearing ankle-length Victorian style dresses, in really bright colours. I liked Janice, but the fiance gave me filthy looks as soon as she saw me. I could tell she hated me, and I hated her too.
We were led into a big dining room, and the four of us were made to play a game which involved running round and round a huge dining table. I was at the front, then Rich, then his fiance, and Janice was at the back. As we ran, the fiance kept talking to Rich, and saying things like "Thank you for wearing your boots in bed last night, you were so gentle". I knew she was only saying it to try and hurt me, and though she was succeeding, I was determined not to let it show. There was a cat in the room, so I concentrated on it insteadm and sung a song to myself to drown her out. After a while, we all sat down in chairs which had wheels on them. I was sat with Rich, and the two women were at the other end of the table. Rich was making a joke, and he kept pulling and pushing my chair, which was making my head whip back and forth. The fiance was clearly getting annoyed, and I realised it was because the idea of him pushing and pulling me, and my head whirling about, was making her think of the fact that he and I used to sleep together. She called him over to the other end of the table and started yelling at him. I wanted to listen, because I was amused that I had upset her, but I had noticed a discarded yoghurt lid on the floor under the table, and for some reason I couldn't stop staring at it.
Date of dream: Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was at a party in a large, glass-fronted building. I think it was a Christmas party. Everything in the room seemed tinged a navy blue colour. I was standing by the window looking at a tree in the garden, when my ex, Rich, approached me. He told me he had to tell me something, and said that he'd done or said something horrible to his new girlfriend, and as a result she had left him. I can't remember what he had done to her, but I knew it was something he'd done to me on numerous occasions and I had just put up with it. He said he knew she was justified in leaving him, and it had made him realise just how much he had put me through, and he said he was amazed that I'd stuck by him through it all. He apologised and said that now he realised how nasty he'd been, he wanted to work on changing and asked if I'd take him back. I had promised myself I never would, but when confronted with it I ended up agreeing instantly.
As soon as I'd agreed, he suddenly seemed to get bored of me and wandered off into the crowd. I followed him and kept trying to chat to him or hold his hand, but he kept pulling away and trying to avoid me. Eventually we made a full circle and ended up back at the window. I could sense something was wrong, and I said something like "Remember when you did this (can't remember the actual event)? It's a good job you've changed!". He looked at me and shook his head to say he hadn't changed, then he just looked at me with a sad expression. I said "You don't really want to be with me, do you?", and he shook his head. I instantly crumbled - despite the fact that we'd only been back together for about 15 minutes, the rejection hit me just as hard as it had done when the previous 4 year relationship had ended. I was furious, and I started screaming at him "I can't believe you did this too me again!". After yelling for a few minutes, he told me he could explain, so we went to sit on a long sofa nearby. A pretty Indian girl came and sat next to me to listen to the story too - I think she was a friend of Rich's from real life.
Rich started telling a story which reminded me of a video game - it involved a woman who was on the run from a group of corrupt priests, who kept hiding in sewage pipes and throwing mini grenades at the priests. The woman ended up in some snake infested sewers, and I knew this was the key point in the story - I was about to discover exactly why Rich haddone everything he'd done, why he'd done it a second time, etc. Just as he was about to tell me, the Indian girl interrupted and started asking him questions about the story, which he answered. I was hugely frustrated and yelled at her to shut up, and him to carry on. He tried to finish telling the story, but she kept talking over him and I never heard his explanation.
Rich left, and I got called into another room to see his parents, who turned out to be the parents of another friend of mine in real life. They gave me a pile of presents, telling me they were a backlog from Christmas. One was a ceramic box in the shape of a piece of birthday cake, which had red LEDs on it, another was a pair of decorative buttons with weird face on them. They started moaning that they never saw me any more, and seemed to blame me for that fact. I desperately wanted to shout "Well why don't you ask your son why that is?!", but instead I just gave up and left.
Additional Comments:
I don't think that this dream has anything to do with me wanting to get back together with him - I certainly have no desire to do that. The focus seemed to be on the fact that I'd listened to him, and he'd ended up hurting me AGAIN, rather than just the fact that he'd hurt me. I think the dream is probably representative of the fear that if I start a new relationship with anyone, there's a possibility I'll end up getting just as hurt again.
