Brainy Vapours

I read on this forum somewhere that going to bed hungry or thirsty can improve dreaming. I was really hungry when I went to sleep, and I can definitely confirm that my dreaming was very clear, vivid, and realistic. Unfortunately no lucidity though.

We move into a small flat but it feels to be like it's only a temporary arrangement because I am still actively looking for a better one. I think this is partly to do with the fact that it's haunted, mostly the shower. I hear that the one across the hall is becoming free, and I happen to catch the end of a flat viewing in action. The realtor is a man with dark hair, eyes and Mediterranean looking skin, dressed in an expensive looking grey silk suit. The realtor asks if I was one of the persons registered to look at the flat, and checks his list. My name is on it. I am relieved because I don't remember registering.

He tells me this flat will go fast and leads me in through the door. I am struck immediately by three things, one by how huge and spacious the flat is, how oddly decorated (wood panel everywhere but modern looking) and also by how the realtor tries to molest me as soon as we get in the door. I push him off, no longer disturbed, now eager to take some video of the flat on my iPhone for my man to look at later. The realtor seems to imply that he will favour my application if I do him some favours. I push him away again, and begin my tour of the flat.

It's almost like the walls are made of what looks to be the inside of a cave, together with the modern dark wood panel on most of it as well as the floors. It's beautiful. We go downstairs and it's more cave like, with stalactites and everything, but they are subtle and look very much like they fit to the flat. I ask how many kids the previous tenants have and he tells me they have 5, with one on the way. He tells me he wants the baby.

We arrive at a kind of in flat delicatessen store. There are a few people milling around in there, one middle aged man stops to talk to me as I finish up the video. My son is being a bit of a brat and the man suddenly smacks his head against the wall as if to punish him. I'm horrified at this stranger's cruelty towards my son, and I proceed to flip out on him. The realtor reveals that the man is not only the current tenant, but also his brother, and I should go easy on him. The blow out passes and I dreamskip to asking how much the rent is on the flat. The realtor tells me it's 549 warm. I don't bother to fill out an application because it's too expensive for us.

I leave to go home to deal with my haunted shower.

I'm somewhere in Asia, I get the feeling it's Japan. I am driving around in my boyfriend's white corvette. It's kind of an old school model but he's put a black light under it. I'm driving in the snow on some sort of hilly or mountain area, and the car is all over the road, mostly out of control. I notice that I have next to no fuel left.

When I get home I immediately get into a fight with my flatmates, about some task we are supposed to do. It's something to do with making small doll's faces/heads. I freak out on them all and stomp off to the bathroom to wash my hands. I suddenly notice my hands, and stare at my fingertips, which look completely normal except for a lot of dark scratches on the fingertips.

The shower door to my right opens and and a girl is there, giving me a dirty look. I try to explain that I didn't know she was there, then bend down to splash some water on my face. She and her wheelchair bound boyfriend jump out of the shower and run giggling into the living room to put on their pants in front of the other flatmates. I call them hypocrites.

Flash forward to return of my boyfriend (an Asian guy I have never seen before). We're fighting outside the Flat, on the street. I'm complaining about my situation, telling him he's gone to America to bed blond bimbos while I am left here to suffer. He says it's not true, then looks guilty as I point out the lipstick on his collar. He changes the subject by laughing at me that I only have 70 cents of fuel in the car. I demand he come back and help me get better connected to get a better job and place to live. I know no one there. I came there for him. He says I should work as a cleaning lady, and I ask him if that's all I am worth.

My friend Marianne and I are in a tiny bathroom trying to get ready to go out. The bathroom is very crowded and steamy, cramped with all kinds of products crowding all the surfaces, and clothes hanging all over the place. Marianne has come into the bathroom rather suddenly, which makes me sort of panic because I was in the process of stealing her shampoo to use on my hair, as I have countless times before, hoping she wouldn't notice. I fake that I was "just looking at it" and look at the other products. She helps me chose one from the other products that best suits my hair type, from the products in the cabinet mirror. After I put the shampoo in my wet hair, she gives me a tight hug from behind, and I notice she smells my hair. I think this is sweet, but a bit strange.

We are just about ready to go when she disappears for a second to call down to the pub to see what the drink and dinner specials are, she comes back and seems pleased with what she found out. She tells me to hurry and finish up so we can beat the crowd. I hurriedly climb back into the shower with my robe on, and the water is running, so my robe gets soaked. It's heavy and cumbersome so I struggle with it to get it off. I start dancing around in the shower, singing to myself, then Marianne comes back in again and is talking to me. She's talking about gas explosions and how scary they are while she tries to free the toilet area of its clutter. There are stacks of magazines under it and stuff all around it. She says that when the heater starts to shoot steam it's your warning to run like hell, because the gas explosion is imminent at that point. While she is de-cluttering she accidently rips the toilet off the wall. I notice that it's olive green, 70's style. We both watch in horror as she notices she's ended up putting her hands in the nasty part of the toilet, under the rim.