Thread: Just as I expected, strange dreams again! Ryan Reynolds, tornadoes, bathrooms, and cellulite???

Hahahahaha!! Ok...I knew with all the changes about to happen that my dreams are about to spiral out of control...so here's an interesting??one!

I'm on some sort of trip with other people, not sure who they are, but they give me the feeling of students. We are supposed to be going to some amazing mansion owned by a famous elderly couple. However we get there and it is basically a hodge podge of trailer houses and box cars all put together in a sort of maze. There are rooms with what look like elderly family members of these people, all men, hooked up to machines and IV.

There is a storm brewing in the background, and I need to potty, so the man who owned the home led me to a bathroom that consists of about 20 matching tubs, toilets, and sinks all in a row. Tubs on the right, sinks and commodes on the left. They are matching on the sense that they are all sets, yet none of the sets match other sets. I notice one bathroom set that I actually like with glass tiles that are pink and white, beige and black. All the others are very outdated or simply ugly and old or damaged. And in my mind I see the pink bathroom sort of grow and build itself into its own individual room, but this is brief and stops after I pass through it to get to the end.

I'm guessing I stopped because the man showed me where I should potty and shower, which I do.

So then cut and there is the storm with television broadcasts of tornadoes in the area. This scares me badly but every else seems to be only mildly concerned, standing around talking amongst each other about the storms with drinks in their hands. Then of course someone spots a tornado, which begins circling the house. I am scrambling about trying to find a bathtub in a safe area to hide in, but I can find no mattress to lay over me...only two thin baby blankets. There are mirrors everywhere and no room without an outside wall, so I'm scared to death. Then finally, I just go ahead and plant myself in a tub.

The tornado tears up the home around me, just leaving a bit of the house that I'm in intact. Then it subsides.

Now change scenes again and I'm on top the roof of this giant building, which is round on top and has railing that angles away from the roof, sort of cupping it. It's night time and again there seems to be some kind of party going on.

For some reason I'm plastered against the railing on my back, absolutely terrified of the height and afraid I climb off because the bars are so far apart I could easily slip through. There are two young men basically making fun of me for being so afraid. I'm seriously so scared I cannot move. Just cry and beg for help. Finally, Ryan Reynolds is there and I persuade him to help me, which he very reluctantly does.

This somehow makes us a couple. But I'm like the embarrassing girlfriend he doesn't want his friends to know about. I tried to kiss him a few times and he acts grossed out, turns his head away, but is never mean or fights me. He's just trying to pretend he doesn't realize I'm kissing him.

Then suddenly we're up against these rails having explicit and clumsy "relations" with an audience of these two guys mainly. I'm facing him and he again seems to be repulsed by me.

Finally one of the guys says, "you know you have cellulite all over your legs, right?" And I say, "really? Is it that bad?" He says, "yeah it's awful." So I say, "we'll I can't really help it, there's nothing I can do."

He then says, "yes! Yes! You can have it removed. Look at her!" Then he points over to the right and a woman in a tee shirt with the sleeves rolled up walks towards me and says, "see...it wasn't hard at all and I haven't a single bit. And I'm fat!! Cool huh!?"

And that's all I remember. I woke up feeling really strange because of this. Lol. I swear my mind enjoys doing this to me.

Thanks again!!