KarlaB18

Date of Dream: FRI 23 FEB - 2018



Dream No. 285 - Student Struggles

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was doing some sort of tax assessment in TAFE, but the place didn't look like TAFE at all. I found the assessment very hard and at the end of it, I feel I didn't do well. To make things worse, I had received some sort of letter. When I first opened it and had a read, I didn't know who it was from. It was only after I got up to the second paragraph and kept on reading, I realised it was from my parents.

The content of this letter was shocking and I had soon come to the realisation that the parents had infiltrated my diaries! It was in the second paragraph that the wrote about Murray, making fun of him and cursing him too. I didn't read the paragraph to detail because I was in such an outrage... I skipped straight away to the third paragraph to see what else they had come up with. The third paragraph was worse, they were now ridiculing and damning Dreamy WB! So they now knew everything, all my secrets! I didn't read the whole of paragraph three either... I quickly shut that letter and was now internally fuming at them, thinking to myself, “you will pay...”.

The first paragraph wasn't about any dream guide though. The main reason my parents wrote that disrespectful letter is because they knew that I didn't do well on this tax assessment. I was thinking that it would only be a matter of time before I would find some way to get them back. What I didn't mention is that there was small fourth paragraph but I didn't read anything from there as I was at my limits after the mockery of Dreamy WB.

Apparently there was a second tax assessment and so therefore, I was worried that I was going to get another nasty letter from my parents. Though when I started this assessment, it seemed way easier than the first one and the only think I had to do was work out the percentage rate for something. At the end, I found out that I had received 10 marks out of 10 and soon after, that's when the second letter came. There was nothing bad in this letter but there was no apology for the earlier mockery of dream guides either.

I was then at my house and both my parents were still going on about the first tax assessment. My dad then led me outside into the backyard and started having a go at me by himself. When were down in the pergola area, my dad ended up pinning me against the brick wall, restraining me while verbally bullying me, including the threat of keeping me locked outside forever. While he was doing his thing, I just said to give me a minute while I did something. I managed to pull my head out of the restraining lock far enough in order to call for Dreamy WB.

He actually asked me what I was doing, I did tell him, but made no mention that I was calling “the dream guide”. Also, he'd know who I was talking about if I called for “Dreamy WB”, so instead, for the entire procession, I called out for “Miss T”. At first, my voice didn't seem loud enough to reach her. It felt like I was getting nowhere and that I would most likely wake up before reaching her. I had to keep dismissing my dad's hassles and telling him, “Just wait, I'll attend back to you in a minute”. Eventually though, my voice got to a point where it was loud enough and despite my dad being present, I confidently called out.

As mentioned before, it first felt like I was getting nowhere but then I felt some hope. My dad was still nagging me from behind but my eyes could help but widen with a sense of energy and enthusiasm as I perceived Dreamy WB's energy getting closer. I looked out to all the houses on the other side of the backyard fence and I had caught sight of something in the distance to my left. It was a giant black silhouette slowly, rockingly marching down the Greek guy's backyard stairs. At one point I got so excited that although there was no interested party around, it was more for myself, I yelled, “She's coming!”, while pointing to her.

Dreamy WB looked giant from a distance but when she got close enough, she was a reasonable size, just slightly bigger than my dad. So now that Dreamy WB was on the premises, my dad went back to hold me in a complete, tight lock while continuing to verbally bully me. Still in the completely black silhouette form, Dreamy WB laid one hand on my upper back while she used the other one to pry my dad away from me. My dad wasn't going to give up; once Dreamy WB had loosened me from him, he tried to scramble to get a hold of me again.

As usual, Dreamy WB wasn't going to put up with any of my parents' nonsense. She ended up carrying me and we raced my dad to the back garage door. As we got there first, Dreamy WB struggled to get in as my dad was trying to push past but she eventually got in and shut the door on my dad. Using one hand to hold me while she used the other one to keep the door shut while my dad pushed on it from the outside. I'm pretty certain she had visions of her own, giving my dad a taste of his own medicine and locking him out there. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None