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I've just had a dream, that I cheated on my boyfriend. This concerns me, even though my boyfriend and I have only been dating for a short time (maybe a few months).
This wasn't sexual, and I cannot remember the full dream. It was quite odd, because the guy I cheated on my boyfriend with, I've never talked to. He's in one of my college courses, and I see him everyday, we even live streets apart. We've never talked, or anything.
This guy, picks me up in his car. Though I don't quite remember everything that was said beforehand, he kisses me, and I pull him in for another. He then said "that settles it then," while grabbing my hand. I tell him of my boyfriend at this point, saying that I just couldn't do this.
The guy then goes quiet, but asks "How could you be in love with him, when.." And with that my dream abruptly ends...
What is my subconscious trying to tell me?
I would never cheat in my life. Being cheated on before myself, I could never bring myself to do so. I do find the guy attractive, but even still, his personality seems quite plain and boring, and have never had any thoughts of pursuing the man.

Not the Favorite Child

Alarm Infiltrated Dream

I dreamed that I was hearing someone talk about how they were not the favorite child, and I thought to myself how I was not either. I used a very specific phrase which was a little odd for me, but it was spoken a bit to formally. I thought it was well said, and interested that I would think of those words. I also thought I would remember that I said it that way, but I don't remember the phrase.

I woke up hearing a woman's voice on NPR. I can't be certain, but I know for myself that the alarm had infiltrated my dream. I seemed to be responding to something. I know it was the alarm.


I Didn't Do It

I was at some kind of camp. I was watching a martial arts tournament. The scoring was kept by finger paints.

At one point, I got my pinky, ring finger, and index finger in the green paint. I made dots on the concrete.

My friend Mike S. got his fingers full of paint, then marked the board to change the score in the tournament. The score keeper saw it, but they were friends, so the score keeper, a heavy sat guy named Raginal or Raginald left his post so he could claim he didn't notice.

Then someone came running out claiming that someone cheated. A lady came out to see if this was true. It came to light that someone had been washing a sink. Then Reginal was back in his chair. The lady then came to me and saw my fingers still had some green paint on them.


I started to explain to this women who was in a pond trying to catch little fish with her hand, that I had gotten paint on my fingers, but then I maid these marks on the cement as if I'd typed Ctrl+ P (even though the marks showed a design of Ctrl + Shift + P. The lady said, "Control P?" I said, "Yea, for "Print." If I just made a mark, that would have been unimaginative!"

I tried to explain that the sink had been cleaned because someone else had painted the board and they had to clean their hands, and I was hoping that--what's his name?"

The lady said "Reginal." I went into this thing about Oh yea, and how I really liked him even before I joined the camp. We really connected as friends, and I was hoping the (here I spoke up so Reginal would hear me) ..."Reginal would speak up and tell the truth because he saw what happened!"

I never got it all out, but I was working on it. I woke up.

Date: 01/07/2012
Place: Friend's bed
Time of getting into bed: 1.30am

Dream 1 - non lucid

I am looking after a little hamster. It has the appearance of a chipmunk, but in the dream I believe it is a hamster. I put it in a hamster ball, and put it on the floor to get some exercise, however it keeps rolling around the toys of a young toddler, who keeps kicking it out of the way. I put it back in it's cage before it gets hurt. There are now more, bigger hamsters in the cage, who call this little one 'mouse.' I try to find out what it is, and figure out it may actually be a squirrel. I decide if it is a squirrel I should let it go free, as Squirrels are wild animals. It then starts talking to me, asking me; 'Why?'

Dream 2 - non lucid

Some burly Scottish men are nearby, they are singing loudly in harsh Scottish accents. There is some dispute or fuss about them with the locals, but soon they come past me, in a funeral procession carrying an open coffin with a dead Scotsman in it. They are all dressed in traditional Scottish clothing (kilts, etc) and hold the dead body high, like he was important. I can clearly see the dead man's white, deathly face. One of them is playing bagpipes. I chat friendly to one of them, and agree to look after his horse as a favour while he sorts out the funeral. So he brings his horse into my back garden, where I tie it up in the shade, and find an old dog's bowl. I fill the dog's bowl full of fresh water, and put it near the horse. The horse seems thirsty and drink's the water fast and messily. It is a big shire horse, and well looked after. I have a fountain pen in my pocket, which I take out, and play with. There are suddenly a few people around me, some of them have pens too, and the ones who don't are searching for fountain pens. I find out they use the pens to smuggle drugs, and therefore they are quite valuable. I now find out I actually have a whole set of pens, 2 thin and 2 thick, in a posh presentation box which is a shiny purple colour. Everyone now thinks that I am smuggling drugs. I show them the pens, which have double as lipsticks. I decide I must leave and manage to avoid these people somehow.


Dream 3 - non lucid

Suddenly I am in what I thought in my dream was my own house. It was nicely decorated and large. I have a beautiful wife, who has gone out shopping, and while she is gone I am cheating by having sex with a man. I know this is not the first time this has happened and this is an on-going affair. Then I go into our swimming pool, and have sex with another man, as we are coming back into the house, my wife returns and catches us together. She is rather annoyed, but seems to expect it, she gets angry and shouts but is not really shocked, like she is used to it. I don't feel any feelings towards her, or any feelings of guilt.


***NOTEWORTHY***
I had a pet hamster as a child
I don't have a wife, or a house!

dream : comments : lucid

12th of June, 2012

The first thing I recall (though I know there was more beforehand) is floating on a wooden plank in an underground river opening heaps of tubs of margarine to find treasure. Carrying on down stream eventually lead me to my friend R's car (which is an awesome BMW) so Nooks, R, Acka and myself all decided to get in and go driving. While tearing down the road we realised we were being tailgated by some dude on a motorbike without his headlights on so we tried to lose him but he did a wheelie and kept following us. It got a bit anxious-feeling and at one point R mentioned having machine guns in the headlights that he could use if need be. After a lot of driving we ended up in a storm-water drain/skate park place and were doing backflips in the car to get away from this guy who was now on a push bike instead.

Finally we stopped and got out and I tried to jump up onto a ledge with Nooks but couldn't pull myself up. At that moment the bike guy approached me and started being all... suave yet scary.

This guy was awesome. He was handsome, sophisticated and eloquent with a strange darkness about him. I told him I was wary of him and all of a sudden Nooks just started kissing him.
I lost my shit and started freakin' out but Nooks didn't see what the problem was, saying that he was way cooler than me anyway. She kissed him a couple more times and then I totally flipped and started pushing them both around and throwing them against walls and stuff. It got a bit hairy and thankfully I woke up, in an intense sweat.

The dream was cool though, so I tried to re-enter it and shortly found myself back in R's car angrily driving to a beach to vent my frustration. When we got there, we started applying sunscreen and then I realised that the whole scene was a terrifying deep red colour and when I looked at myself I discovered I was getting really sunburnt. Someone said "The sun's broken; it's exploding soon" or something like that and I looked up to see an enormous red fireball in the sky. I looked around in panic and we were all starting to blister and peel and I think trees were starting to smoke.

Suddenly I found myself in a large, scholarly hall of some description with Nooks and a couple of random DC's. A guy entered with some playing cards and seemed relieved to be holding the 4 of diamonds as opposed to another card, saying "Thank god, this is the good place. The others went to the bad one." which I took to mean we were in heaven.

At some point during the proceedings I looked down to discover that I had this horrific, pus-filled, scabby horrendous shingles-like thing going down both my sides. Eugh. Just thinking about that makes me queasy. Heaven my balls.

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I was in an underground lair of some kind and fell down a large drain with Jono. We could hear an alarm going off and when we finally struggled back to the top I discovered I worked at a Nuclear Fusion lab and it was about to go into meltdown and explode. There were screams coming from outside the whole time as people began to find out what was happening. I managed to fix the problem by turning off the power-point and turning it back on then went outside and released some helium balloons as a victory sign.


Pretty nightmarish kind of night, actually.

I remember leaving my house and going to the field in my backyard, and there was all these huge floating screens there lined up....back to back. Each screen that passed me by, had a different scene in it. It looked like each screen possessed a different dimension. I jut stayed there looking at one by one. One had these tree people in it, and they decided to step out and fight me. One of them casted level 3 lightening, and I dodged it, and casted reflect and lighting on myself. The bolt bounced off and hit them and I think one caught on fire a bit. Another one tried to cast it again,but nothing came out.


Cant trust em

Theres this girl who really wants me bad...but not right then. She tells me to wait after she does something, and she'll be back. Some time passes, and I start asking people where she went. They tell me she's in the field in the backyard with some guy. Then they tell me to not go, because I'm mad. I go because I'm mad. Several things are going through my head at this point, and I'm telling myself to be calm about it all. I'm riding my bike there ( I have no bike in real life) and LP is playing...not their old intense stuff....but that emo junk they came out with on the Transformers sound track.

Anyways, I get there, and theres this small house, and like several guys outside of it putting on their clothes. I pretended like I was just one of the random guys who was supposed to be there for fun too, and I asked one guy the details. He said most of them didn't get to have sex with her (yet all were damn near undressed, so I think he was lying) and she already left. He said she claimed that she was on drugs...LSD to be exact. And I questioned that too. "Was she geeking"? He said "no". I counted the guys there and came up with the number 22. At this point I can't say I didn't care at all, but I was leaning more towards fuck it.


Oh there was some religious stuff that was going on too...like some people in a line, and someone was telling me I was next to confess my sins to a bishop....and I basically told them hell no.

edit:

I was already having sex with this chick at the beginning of the dream on the cart port. A freaking car started pulling up, and rushed inside to throw on some clothes. That's when she said that she'd meet up with me later on to finish what we started. =/

i should have wrote this first thing this morning but ya know, i didn't.
The dream i had bounced around alot but ill tell u what i remember.

My ex (daughters mother) was dating an old employee i used to work with. and i was helping them move stuff into a new house that they purchased and during that time i remember feeling pain and mental suffering, heartbreak as they were doing little things in front of me as if they were trying to hurt me mentally on purpose. In front of the door to the house they were moving into i was on a teeter totter type thing and it kept raising me up to the top part of the house then back down again. that's when i woke up. and as soon as i opened my eyes i felt like it was still happening but i then realized right away that it was a dream. it felt so real even though it was ridiculous. but i was relieved that it wasn't real

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I sat at a picnic bench with a few other people. We all sat under some covering structure, like the shelter for a gas-pump island. But we were apparently at a restaurant.

I told the people at the table that I had the power of mind control. I could will people to do certain things, to carry out whole sequences of actions. The people didn't feel any strain on their minds while I did this. It felt very natural. I apparently used these people to get into places where they could take money. I would then receive this money.

Everybody got up and walked away from the table. Everybody dispersed. But I followed one young man. We walked together out from under the shelter and into an area that looked like a bunch of small auto shops. We then headed out onto a street kind of like a small business section of town.

I told the guy I was now controlling his mind. I may have explained something about this to him.

A weird, small airplane flew overhead, from my right to my left. The plane looked kind of futuristic, but kind of old and dirty. Either I or the young man read the mind of the passenger. The passenger, the young man said, was a beautiful woman who either was or had been a famous movie star. But the woman no longer wanted to be as guarded and watched over as she was nowadays. She wanted to get out and have fun.

We followed the plane with our eyes as it headed to the local airport, which was just at the end of this business street (!). We began walking in the direction of the airport.

I told the young man that the mission I was going to mind-control him to go on would be to meet up with the girl and act like a really fun, easygoing guy. The young man would win the woman's heart that way. She would give him money, and he could bring it to me.

For some reason, we were walking back up under the shelter with the picnic tables. The young man asked me, "What if I just enjoy living with the woman so much that I decide to stay, and I never come back to bring you her money?"

I said, "Good for you, then. Go. And I hope you have a good life."

Dream #2

I walked out onto the sidewalk, probably outside of a big, public building. It was probably autumn, and it was a sunny day, probably with yellow leafs on the ground.

I was in a clean, quiet, probably wealthy town. A tall, Indian man in khaki slacks and a pale, yellow Polo shirt stood out on the sidewalk. The man had a short, old hairstyle, with plenty of gel, and he wore nice, squarish eyeglasses. He seemed to be waiting for a cab.

The man turned away from the curb and got a glimpse of me. He remarked that I was too skinny.

Dream #3

I was in a courtroom. A rich woman, who may once have been a really popular movie star, was on trial for not paying a cabbie. The story went that she had told the cabbie to wait for her at some place like a gas station, and that she would meet him there. But she never showed up.

The woman's argument was that she hadn't told the man she would pay him for his time in waiting, and that he hadn't driven her anywhere in order to get paid. It was the man's choice to wait for her, the woman said. And the wouldn't shouldn't have to pay for the man's choice.

I may have seen the view of the cabbie at the gas station in my mind's eye for a moment. But now my view was in the courtroom. I was on the right side of the room (the right side, as one would face the judge's bench). I was at the back of the room, where the woman and her lawyer sat.

The woman's lawyer was also a woman, though I couldn't get a good view of her. The woman and the lawyer seemed to be seated in front of, rather than behind, a small table. They were both probably in swivel chairs.

The woman looked to be maybe in her early forties. She had tanned skin and dark blonde hair with black or dark brown streaks in it. She wore a dark blue one-piece dress with short
sleeves and a skirt that went to just above the knee. The dress may have had vertical stripes of navy blue and some lighter, though dull, blue.

The woman was reiterating the point that she didn't feel like she needed to pay. She threw her arms up in the air, as if to say, "What's the big deal? I don't care."

I was now on the left side of the room, in one of the back rows, with the cabbie and his lawyer. The cabbie's lawyer was a beautiful woman, half Japanese and half white. She wore a red dress, kind of 1950s or 1960s style, long-sleeved, with a fabric like heavy felt (? - I don't know the names of fabrics). Her hair was frowsy, frizzy, and pale, with chunky, straight bangs.

The cabbie was like a skinny version of Fabio. He had long, blonde-brown hair and a tan, clean, muscular face. He had sparkling eyes and a bright smile, though some of his teeth may plainly have been fake. He wore a sleeveless, flannel shirt unbuttoned at least at the chest.

The judge was explaining something about his opinion of the case. He seemed to be on the side of the cabbie, though not completely. The judge made some joke, and the crowd laughed at it.

But the cabbie didn't speak English. I think he spoke Russian. The lawyer had to translate everything for the cabbie. She'd translated the joke, and the cabbie understood it was a joke -- but not until the judge had already moved on to something else.

The cabbie laughed gently and gave some kind of weird glance to the judge, like he was trying to kiss up to the judge. But the time of the joke had passed. The cabbie laughing at this point made him look kind of like an idiot.

Dream #4

I was in bed, kissing some girl on the crotch of her yellow, cotton panties. At some point, though, the woman turned into my mother.

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I'd just gotten a job at Best Buy. Like anyone on their first day of work, I walked around aimlessly not knowing what to expect, awaiting my orders. I ran into my friend, who was in line at a restock station with a cart to do the transporting. Seeming easy enough, I grabbed a cart too, but ended up in the wrong line, where people were waiting to return items. I had to be told this by a customer. When I get up to the employee giving away the items to be restocked, he looks at me and makes a comment on my appearance, how I'm the scraggliest looking employee he's ever seen. I apologize that its my first day and that tomorrow I'll be more presentable. He nods me off, and tells me he'll make my job easier and places two neon yellow stickers in the basket and sends me on my way.

Not knowing what to do, I ask several employees. Each of whom laugh at me, as if to say "How could anyone be so dumb?" A girl walks up to me, young, beautiful, and my coworker, and tells me she'll show me what to do with them. She walks off into an open and outdoor area and explodes. The smoke from the explosion forms a dragon-like figure, fading shortly after.

I'm now off work, but still in possession of the stickers. I'm at my friend's house and my girlfriend is there with him. I look at her puzzled and she informs me that she'll been cheating on me for quite some time with my friend. They mention how they'd thought it was obvious. Furious at my own ignorance and the betrayal of my friend and girlfriend, I begin to swing on my friend. He jumps into stance but it is no match for my blind rage. I get several good hits on him before I pick him up and slam him head first into the pavement, where he lays lifeless for a moment before motioning his defeat.

My girlfriend, after seeing my passion for her, decides she wants me back. She's says everything she can think of to win my affection back, but it's no use. I pick her up, throw her in the pool, and leave. As I walk down the street downtown, I notice there is a concert event happening. I stop in and notice my friend standing there admiring the band. We share a cigarette.

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I begin by visiting a friend that I am not extremely close to in my waking life, but in the dream it feels as if she is my closest companion. The feelings aren't sexually attractive though, she has more of a sister-figure feeling. I enter and we begin watching TV together, she has just moved in to her new apartment, so there is no furniture yet, just a TV sitting on the carpet, so as we lean against the wall, I extend my arm so that she can be more comfortable.

She plays sports often, so when her legs begin to ache, I pushed down on her knees to help her stretch them out as I do have some knowledge of sports related injuries, I plan to be a doctor one day. Again, all of this up to this point feels sincerely friendly but nothing more on my side. She then does something peculiar, at first I almost think it's an accident but I soon realize she is purposefully pulling up her shirt. I reach and pull it back down, preventing her from exposing herself with a feeling of uneasiness and guilt as I feel I have led her on.

She begins to almost cry saying that she knew she wasn't pretty enough, but I quickly stop her and tell her that that is a lie. I tell her that she is indeed very beautiful, and that it is not her lack of anything that is preventing me from wanting her. I inform her that I am very happy in my relationship with my girlfriend (waking life girlfriend), that we have been together for almost 4 years and are practically engaged at this point.

In the dream I thought this would bring her some relief, that it wasn't that I found her repulsive but that I was just not available to any female because of my outstanding long-term relationship. Instead, she began to bawl and weep uncontrollably. This pained my heart, seeing a girl cry like that was killing me. I repeatedly asked her what was the matter, and why my use of the word engaged made her become so upset. She got up and ran out of the house and I chased her, begging to know what was making her so sad. When I went outside to try and find her, she was gone, and I woke up.

The last dream I had, freaking sucked. It started off with me and my boyfriend and we were arguing. We'd been arguing the night before, so that probably had something to do with it. We were on some sort of ship that had rooms resembling the rooms at my own house. By the end of the argument we had worked things out and all was fine. Shortly after we left to go to the store (the ship was docked). We never went to the store and we were gone for like a week.

When we got back I found my sister really upset, crying on some stairs near the ship. When I asked her what was wrong she told me my brothers girlfriend had slept with, C.P., a guy she's been talking to for quite a while now. Naturally I was already upset with M.P. (brothers girlfriend) but it got worse. Me and Wes fought again that night. I apparently blew things out of proportion and broke up with him. When I realized that I had made a mistake that night, I went to apologize to him. He was staying in what was my brothers room before he moved out. I walked in and the lights were off. I started to say I was sorry and when I turned on the lights, M.P. was in the bed with him, both of them naked. I was at first hurt. Like my heart had been ripped out and there he was holding it in front of me.

Then I got extremely pissed. M.P. was sitting there smiling at me. I grabbed her by the hair and beat the crap out of her. W.I. (boyfriend) screaming his apologies the entire time I am. When I had thoroughly beaten her, I turned back to W.I. and smacked him as hard as I could. Hard enough for him to hit the floor. Then I ran off the stupid ship crying. W.I. tried to chase after me but I ended up in some vineyard where Aaron was taking a nap on a in the middle of the field. I tripped over him since my vision was severely blurred due to the tears. He grunted and sat up, staring at me.

I glanced at him and muttered a sorry but when I tried to run away he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me down to the ground beside him. He put his arm around me and let me cry. Much like one of my friends would do. when I was calm enough to talk he reassured me that I didn't deserve to be put through that and that I should move on. That I was better than that, and that I had every right to beat the shit out of M.P. Then he rolled over beside me, and dozed off to sleep. The last thing I remember is laying down beside him to take a nap. I woke up crying my eyes out believing it was real.

I was in an auditorium with a whole bunch of other kids. There was a guy on the stage with a microphone. He was displaying a huge rack of clothes, telling us we could all pick an outfit for free. He went down the line and each kid told him which one they liked best. You can even use hex codes to change the color of the clothes. I chose an aqua blue shirt and beige shorts.

I can't really remember how I got there, but next I was by this huge tree. I was now wearing the clothes I picked out. The tree was dead, bent over. I think it had some sort of magical quality to it. Anyway I knew I had to go on an adventure. I was challenged by something (I don't believe it was human but I can't remember) to a series of events. I can only remember the last one, a game of tennis. I was playing really good, but he was cheating. He was using some sort of spell that caused the ball to go to wherever I wasn't. Someone on the side of the court watching said he was cheating, but the judge disagreed. Needless to say, I lost the tennis game.

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.

I find him with some girl who looks like Rhianna, complete with bright red hair. She's crawling on top of him, licks his chest then goes in for the kiss, at first he responds, but then realizes I am watching and pulls back. I come out of the shadows and call the bitch out, telling her to come down (from the loft bed of some sort) and fight me. My man asks if I am seriously going to fight her and I tell him for sure I am, and that I will probably lose.

I get ther first sucker punch in and she looks surprised. I land another hit and she's hurt. Seeing that she's losing, she calls in some burly looking men to help her. There is a Flash forward to me and her and her men at some sort of door. They are all squished up against eachother as if there is no space. I warn them to stay back or I will pull the fire alarm. They seem a bit freaked out by this, then they actually point out to me that I don't have my hand positioned correctly, and show me how to do it properly.

The last two nights have both brought dreams of cheaters and cheating again. I can definitely chalk up "Cheating" as a dream sign, though I really wish it wasn't. I don't like having these dreams at all.

Dream 1

I find out that my Man is with some other woman, and that he is spending most of his free time with her. He refuses to take proper precautions in his "dealings" with her, and is overall being really hurtful and selfish, proclaiming that he will continue on doing just whatever the hell he wants with her, neglecting me and the kids in the process. I am overwhelmed and find it hard to cope with taking care of the kids. My 4 year old son ends up playing in a muddy field while I am forced to listen to my Man's groupies, who are all clustered on a bright red fire engine, go and on about how hot he is. He makes me watch a short trailer type movie about him and his new girl. I just ache with the hurt. I tell him how he's heartless and put me at risk.
I am then scolded by some social services type of woman for the lack of care I am giving my son.

Dream 2

An old instructor of mine has come into town after many years (Actually this is based in reality, this person from my past recently contacted me on facebook). He taught me when I was much younger. He is still married to the same woman, whom I don't know so well a part from knowing she is shy and quiet. I'm at my Mom's house, upstairs in her old bedroom before the renovations she did a few years back. I'm just laying around reading a book. He comes into the bedroom and flops on the bed beside me, spewing his usual witty and entertaining banter. After a long time talking, he suddenly makes a pass at me, grabbing me really inappropriately. I am totally confused, but somehow not surprised.

Flash forward to another woman, who, in my dream, looks exactly like Kim Raver from Gray's Anatomy, that he used to teach as well. I know that she used to have a huge crush on him, and I become aware that she feels very competitive towards me, vying for his attentions. She is acting very slutty and suggestive around him. She is sitting with her legs spread eagle, drawing attention to the "damage" to her jeans that apparently my instructor and I were responsible for "all those years ago". She is pleased with herself that she can still fit into the jeans, but I wonder how the hell she can be seen in public with them and not be thrown in jail for indecent exposure. All the areas that are supposed to be covered are very visible through big gaping holes. I notice my instructor is enjoying the show, and I wonder about his wife and where she is.

Some questionable stuff happens against the outside of an old shack, then the dream ends.

Dream
Non Dream


Dream 1 - Grey's Anatomy Cast Moving my Furniture

Some guys are moving some furniture for me. Included are my Partner, my Brother In Law, and Alex Karev from Grey's Anatomy. The house we are in in a two level version of an old beach house my Grandparents used to live in. After a while, they come downstairs looking exhausted and frustrated. Apparently there was a problem. Lexie from Grey's appears and gives me the low down on the situation. While they were moving furniture around my baby son's bedroom, a window was broken. They are all very concerned that my son will suffer from too many cold drafts of air.

Too much time in Germany is to blame for that brainwave I think! LOL

Work stops and there is pizza for all the hard working helpers, but I realize I must bring a table down from upstairs so that people can eat it. I can't do it alone, but no one offers to help because they are all so tired. My Brother In Law seems to be especially tired - he begins to snore loudly on the couch next to me. I chide him for it and he smiles at me before quickly passing out again. Suddenly I feel really tired too, like I can't move, even though I did nothing. I know that the others all want me to go get the table, but we all pass out instead.

Dream 2 - Cheater Theatre

I think it's rather strange that "cheating" seems to be a reoccurring thread through out my dreams. Perhaps it is a dream sign, reflecting in inner fear.

A group of people are watching my closely to see what I will do, if I will cheat on my man with this random guy that looks a bit like Tom Cruise. I feel pressured. I am not interested in cheating, but for some reason I agree to. There is a room separated by a curtain that we go into. Flash forward to after the "event", there is a large African American man telling me that I've got game, and he has respect for me. I barely acknowledge the comment. Flash forward to me putting on some makeup with the same people watching me intently. The onlookers are waiting with baited breath, and when I put on a certain shade of eyeshadow they go mental, telling me that the colour is perfect for me. It's really odd as they are all shouting and cheering over it. They offer me a really over the top curly blond wig to complete the look.