I am on an ornate cruise ship that is designed for common people to meet with royalty. I am with a friend of mine that looks like a girl I used to know in highschool. We are all stood around in lines in our finest gowns, waiting for one of the royals to walk by and pick from us whomever they are interested to meet. Some sort of prince goes by me and I am not picked. I am not really surprised at this as I feel rather old compared to most of the others. As this round is over we are told to move up to the next level, which is actually up a few floors. Here we are sat down in what looks like theatre seats. Again, a royal starts working his way down the line. For some reason I decide this is a good time to put cream on my legs as they are feeling dry. The cream has a look and texture similar to chocolate pudding. I get it done just in time. I think I must have been picked because now only a few of us are leaving the group to go up a few more floors. Here, in a line again, we are faced with a young girl. She goes through each of us, first tapping us on the shoulder then pulling us forward, mocking us and laughing. She thinks we're pathetic. When she does it to me, I laugh too. She picks me. I'm pulled forward into a space in front of the crowd and I see the royals. It's more like one prince and his friend/servant/advisor. He's sat beside the prince and he looks very bored. He frustratedly tells us that we should "dance or something", so we do, and he likes how the girls dance sexy. Suddenly it's over and the royals are whisked away. It's time to get off the cruise ship, to find our train, but I don't know where my son or friend is. I start going down levels, searching. I am questioning whether it was level 9 or 7 that I was originally on. Some random guy is trying to help me but it's slow going. He's asking people if they have seen my friend. We come across this crowd and someone tells me to watch out, there is a massive spider on the wall nearby and they know how I am terrified of spiders. I see what they are pointing at, it's a bubble of fabric on the wall that is moving in an irregular way. It frees itself from the wall and I see it's really just a leather jacket. I tell them their mistake. A massive gorgeous moth lands on the floor suddenly and someone grabs it. S/he starts breaking pieces off of it like it's made of some sort of brittle taffy and handing the pieces out. I freak out at the cruelty of this, but there is no reaction so I move on. I go into a lift and down another floor. There is a frustrated couple in there with me, trying to get to their floor. I finally find my son and ask him where his Papa is. He says Papa is by the car, and I ask him where the car is. He just says "down", so down we go in search of him. The car is parked in some of the many decks below, rather like a ferry. I am overwhelmed with the idea of searching blindly for it.
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.
Disturbing dream about a girl who was murdered, her body brutalized. I prefer not to remember any more details about dream Driving on the highway, going really really fast and getting scary amounts of air off the hills. Asking for a haircut in exchange for giving someone a lift. My Step Father works for some form of government that is hated by the people. My Mom and I hear the news that there is going to be a revolution and we become scared. We try to convince him to runaway with us but he refuses. We run around the house in a panic gathering up our things and the boy's things. My Step Father is resolute in staying, but in the end he helps us pack up the car. My Mom has decided my man doesn't really love me because I am not shy and cute, so I plead with him.
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.
Updated 03-05-2011 at 07:57 PM by 40720
Dream Non Dream I'm in a checkout line, trying to pay for my purchases, which consist of a bottle of expensive perfume, 3 packages of menthol cigarettes that I impulsively pick up, - Strange as I don't smoke, in fact I am very anti smoking - and something else of importance that I can't remember - I wish I could remember what this item was, I have a feeling it was important -. I have to split the tender, some cash and some on debit card. The man behind me is obviously irritated that it's taking so long for me to get it over with. After I am through the check out, the cashier pulls me aside and tells me in hushed tones that I should be wary of that man who was waiting to pay. She says that he was looking at my purchases in a certain way and she's fairly sure he will try to steal them. My man is waiting for me at the other side of the checkout and we leave, walking out of the store into this kind of desolate landscape. The only thing visible is an old barn up ahead. We look back and that man is following us. We try to hurry without looking like we're afraid. The man reaches the barn before us and comes out armed with some sort of weapon, a pitch fork I think. He demands we give him the items I bought. I hand them over, feeling very irritated.
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.
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