Date of dream: Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
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.
Date of dream: Saturday, July 04, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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This dream had three really vivid scenes, but I don't remember how they linked together:
* I'd gone on a camping holiday with my aunt, Penny, and a few other people. Also staying in the camp were a number of men who were dangerous, one of whom was Vern Shillinger (JK Simmons character in Oz). He was leading a gang, and they had already been in trouble for watching women through the windows of their caravans, but everyone knew that there was nothing that could really be done about them. We had been on the campsite for a few days, and it was the day we were supposed to leave. The night before, a family we had made friends with had left to go to a festival, and they had left leaflets about the festival with us. I desperately wanted to go home, but it was obvious that Penny wanted to go to the festival. I said that was fine, but I'd rather she drop me home, and she said that my house was in the opposite direction. I asked her to drop me off at a train station, and I'd get the train home, but I knew from her response that she was actually going to just leave me at the campsite, and I was really scared because I knew Shillinger's gang would immediately centre in on a woman left alone.
* I was at my mother's house, and I had gone there to prepare for some kind of party or event. I had nice clothes to put on, and I'd made some weird cheese scones, which I needed to cook. I asked my mum to put them in the oven, but instead she put them on some kind of hot plate on the grill. The cheese immediately started to melt, and the scones burnt. I was really angry, because this party was really important, so I started yelling at my mum to save the scones - I was in the middle of doing something else important and didn;t have a free hand. She wouldn't help me, and just kept having a go at me, saying I'd asked her to help me. I pointed out that I'd asked her because I thought she'd know enough about cooking to put them in an oven, and she said that she did, but she'd wanted to test me to see how I'd react.
* This last section was weird - it started with me watching a film I knew I had seen many times before. It was a love story, starring Kirstin Dunst and a man I didn't recognise. After watching it for a while, I paused the film, and then suddenly I was in the film as the man. Despite the fact that I was in this man's body, I still felt the same as myself. The scene I arrived in was set at an indoor swimming pool. Kirstin was sitting on a towel next to the pool, and I was standing near another edge. I knew that the film was paused, so I could do whatever I wanted, so I decided to explore. There was a glass door next to Kirstin, so I went through it, but ended up in an empty room. As I looked back through the glass at her, I realised I hated her, and knowing that I could do whatever I wanted, I opened the door, ran towards her, and kicked her in the head as hard as I could, knocking her into the pool. When she came to the surface, she looked at me, annoyed, but didn't say anything. I'd originally just wanted to embarass her, but now I really wanted her dead. I found a huge towel next to me, and I threw it over her head - as soon as it got wet it became really heavy and dragged her under. I hoped that would drown her, but she kept coming up, with the towel still over her head, so when she came near enough to the side of the pool, I grabbed her and broke her neck inside the towel. A little while later, she came walking through the door, wearing a green dress which looked like it was made from leaves. Her neck was bruised, and was covered in little sweets like M&Ms, which crunched when she walked. She said that because I'd killed her, I now had to be punished by being married to her (she still thought I was the man, I was still in his body). I had no choice, so I went along with it. The dream cut to years later, and I was still married to the dead Kirstin, but she was confined to the house - some rule about being a ghost, so I was just having affairs with the people I actually loved outside of the house.
Additional Comments:
No idea where this came from, I don't actually hate Kirstin Dunst!
Date of dream: Thursday, April 23, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was supposed to attend a big family get-together at my aunt's house. I had gone to my parents' house to meet my stepdad, and we were going to walk to my aunt's house together and meet everyone else there. When I arrived, he told me to sit down because he wanted to watch the last 10 minutes of his film. I sat on the sofa, and happened to look down on the floor, and saw an enormous spider. I panicked, but managed to kill it, only for another one to appear. This happened 6 times in a row, and I kept asking my stepdad to help me, but he wouldn't.
We eventually were ready and started to walk to my aunt's house. When we arrived, my mum was already there, as was my friend Rich, who in the dream was my live-in boyfriend. My aunt was a tall thin woman with red hair, probably in her late 30s, and she had three sons, ranging from 15 to 9 years old. Rich said he felt a bit ill, so he was going to go upstairs to the bathroom. I stayed downstairs and played Grand Theft Auto with my cousins. After a while, I decided to go upstairs and see if Rich was ok. I walked into the bathroom, and saw that he was sitting in the bathtub wearing only a pair of white y-fronts, washing his feet. My aunt was sitting on the edge of the bath with a plate of sandwiches. She was watching him, and feeding him the sandwiches. I was really upset and angry, and started having a go at them. Rich didn't seem to even register that this wasn't right, and she wouldn't admit she'd done anything wrong. I said "You think this is appropriate? Sitting watching him while he's in the bath?". She said she couldn't see a problem. They both refused to stop what they were doing, so I went back downstairs, absolutely fuming. My mum saw something was wrong, and asked me, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I said "Go upstairs and see what your sister is doing". My mum went up the stairs, and a few seconds later I heard her screaming "What the fuck do you think you're doing? How dare you try to steal my daughter's boyfriend, you don't do this to family". They all came downstairs after this, and we all started walking back to my house. Rich seemed to think I should be acting normally, but I couldn't even look at him.
When we got home, my aunt and cousins kept walking and went somewhere else. I told Rich I couldn't be around him right now, so I was going to go to the supermarket with my parents while I calmed down a bit. We ended up in a weird European supermarket. I found a set of DVDs that I really wanted, but it was £20 and I had no money. As I walked round, a group of students came in who were probably about 18. For some reason, I was mortified to be seen out with my parents - it was like I was 14 again or something.
Additional Comments:
My aunt is not at all like this in real life, either lookswise or personality-wise. There's nobody in my family that I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving alone with my boyfriend.
