lunagoddess

+Disturbing dream about a woman in Trish’s house killing men and stealing their money. I don’t feel like it’s worth going into detail. It was like watching a show. I had commentary like, “She should be wearing gloves” or “the audio/subtitles are too early and repeat themselves.”

*I was out in public with some lady and we took an escalator. It was really fast and there were metal bars and obstacles in the middle of the escalator that you had to avoid as you moved up. I ended up stumbling into people and felt embarrassed. There was immediately another escalator so I decided to take the stairs instead. There were steps initially but then it just became a gradual slope. I went to the bathroom and two little girls had somehow gotten into my pants and ruined my underwear? I was really upset about it and scolded them and then felt bad about it. I left and went back to Becky’s house in the country. On my way I was shirtless and getting checked out by men. I saw that one of the kids had gotten food all over my computer. I got some wipes to clean it up and was on the verge of screaming and tears. The wipes were too wet. I realized I was dreaming then but my level of awareness was really low. I decided to start the dream over and improve it with lucidity so I laid down and tried to turn back time by imagining I was the hour hand on a clock, spinning in a counter-clockwise direction. When I got up I was just dizzy and confused.

+With D trying to go to sleep but he’s causing problems somehow. I decide I can’t sleep because I need to orgasm so I touch myself and climax almost immediately but stop because D wants to join. Then he keeps putting it off and doing other things and I get really frustrated. At some point I’m walking down a public aisle in our bedroom and it’s full of cats. One black cats looks like it wants attention so I move in to head butt it and it latches on to my armpit and won’t get off. D holds onto it and doesn’t know what to do so I end up prying it free. It left a hickey. Eventually we end up in Mexico. B is running a small business and A is reading a childhood letter she wrote to her dad and she's crying about it. Brett rudely interrupts about printer paper. A is talking about belly dancing and puts me on a three way call with a professional but the reception isn’t clear. Turns out it’s just B. But we go to the professional’s house and she has a list on her kitchen door of men who are adulterers. While we’re talking there’s a drunk, annoying black haired man hanging around and he takes down the paper. I put it back up and when he notices he asks if he can take it down. I exclaim, “No! You absolutely cannot! This isn’t your house, you have no right. Get out!” He obeys. D and I are hanging out in a field during a festival. The waves in the distance are really crazy. There are old buses on the water and on land everywhere transporting people to and from Mexico. D is frustrated because he wants to have sex with other women while in Mexico. I tell him the only way to do that is to have a temporary open relationship, meaning I get the same privileges. As I say that I start grinding on someone. I thought it was a girl but I look back and it’s a very happy man, so I stop. I lay on the grass and notice that gradually everyone around me is in a giant orgy. I don’t want to get involved because I don’t want STD’s and I don’t see anyone attractive. So D and I leave and set bombs in people’s drug fields (very nicely manicured ones). Then I’m in shack on the ocean that doubles as a bar. I’m trying to figure out how to get around. I don’t know what kind of dangerous, diseased animals live around here so I’m scared to get in the water. I end up falling in and having to try to hold onto a rope while pushing off of something to get myself over to a wooden buoy.