So I just woke up. Sometimes after a long night of dreaming, people say they don't feel rested. This is not the case for me. I feel great! I feel well-rested and awake. I must share that my subconscious has been quite active last night and she is at her usual games.
1. My Room Mate's Real Middle Name
So I dreamed that my room mate left his tax paperwork laying out on the counter. Curious of course, I went to investigate it because my subconscious has no issues invading other people's privacy. I read the top of the first document and discovered that my room mate's real middle name is "Cupcake." I'm not making this up. It was written in the document in clear block lettering. In real life, my room mate refuses to tell me his middle name. He may change his mind and let me in on the secret if I insist on calling him cupcake enough times.
2. Sorting Priorities
I dreamed that my husband scheduled surgery to get a facial mole removed. I felt concerned in the dream because I found a golf-ball sized tumor on the other side of his face. Apparently, he was not worried about it and I thought it a little strange that he'd rather get rid of the small mole over removing the larger, obviously cancerous growth.
3. My Bad Behavior
At one point in my dream, my husband found one of my old journals and read it. He then accused me of doing things before we got married with another man. In the journal I had written that I went and rolled around in the mud at a festival and this other male friend of mine gave me "all his clothes." Apparently, this means that I had obviously done something sexual with him since giving me all his clothes would have left him naked. I searched frantically through the journal and could not find the place where I'd made this startling statement.
4. He Makes Me Smile
I was examining my husband's stomach and noticed that he had a second belly button. I asked him why he had two belly buttons and he told me that he'd had a surgery to remove a string of thigh muscle to transplant into my face so that I could smile properly again.
5. The Auction
The last dream I had wasn't connected to the others and wasn't quite as fluff-themed. The husband and I were at a special auction. Up at the stage, people would walk about and display their disabilities and then speak in animated language about who had wronged them and would describe in detail the lawsuit being put against them. The people in the crowd would raise a hand if they were willing to fund the next step in the process of the suit.
The last man to get up on the stage limped about and talked about who had caused him to have the limp and how he deserved compensation. He stated that his lawyer fees to that point were at $10,000 and he would need another $2,000 dollars to fund the next step in the process with his lawyer. My husband raised his hand and offered to fund his cause.
I felt betrayed because he had not consulted me. I was angry beyond words and when we got up to leave, I refused to get in the car with him. I went into a nearby supermarket and walked around looking at things and sobbed quietly to myself. I noticed someone in the store. A very close family friend. I panicked because I didn't want this person to see me crying so I ran around the store for a while trying to avoid meeting up with this person.
Finally, I ran into the lawyer who was in charge of the man's case. I told him, "I have a mortgage, a car payment and I'm putting myself through school, I can't afford to pay you to pursue this man's case."
He coldly responded, "then take some money out of your savings account."
At the conclusion of this dream I woke up shouting and my husband had to put me back to sleep because I was trembling and so angry that, even as I lay in his arms, I had to stifle feelings of anger toward him that tried to creep out of my dreamscape into reality.
1. My Room Mate's Real Middle Name
So I dreamed that my room mate left his tax paperwork laying out on the counter. Curious of course, I went to investigate it because my subconscious has no issues invading other people's privacy. I read the top of the first document and discovered that my room mate's real middle name is "Cupcake." I'm not making this up. It was written in the document in clear block lettering. In real life, my room mate refuses to tell me his middle name. He may change his mind and let me in on the secret if I insist on calling him cupcake enough times.
2. Sorting Priorities
I dreamed that my husband scheduled surgery to get a facial mole removed. I felt concerned in the dream because I found a golf-ball sized tumor on the other side of his face. Apparently, he was not worried about it and I thought it a little strange that he'd rather get rid of the small mole over removing the larger, obviously cancerous growth.
3. My Bad Behavior
At one point in my dream, my husband found one of my old journals and read it. He then accused me of doing things before we got married with another man. In the journal I had written that I went and rolled around in the mud at a festival and this other male friend of mine gave me "all his clothes." Apparently, this means that I had obviously done something sexual with him since giving me all his clothes would have left him naked. I searched frantically through the journal and could not find the place where I'd made this startling statement.
4. He Makes Me Smile
I was examining my husband's stomach and noticed that he had a second belly button. I asked him why he had two belly buttons and he told me that he'd had a surgery to remove a string of thigh muscle to transplant into my face so that I could smile properly again.
5. The Auction
The last dream I had wasn't connected to the others and wasn't quite as fluff-themed. The husband and I were at a special auction. Up at the stage, people would walk about and display their disabilities and then speak in animated language about who had wronged them and would describe in detail the lawsuit being put against them. The people in the crowd would raise a hand if they were willing to fund the next step in the process of the suit.
The last man to get up on the stage limped about and talked about who had caused him to have the limp and how he deserved compensation. He stated that his lawyer fees to that point were at $10,000 and he would need another $2,000 dollars to fund the next step in the process with his lawyer. My husband raised his hand and offered to fund his cause.
I felt betrayed because he had not consulted me. I was angry beyond words and when we got up to leave, I refused to get in the car with him. I went into a nearby supermarket and walked around looking at things and sobbed quietly to myself. I noticed someone in the store. A very close family friend. I panicked because I didn't want this person to see me crying so I ran around the store for a while trying to avoid meeting up with this person.
Finally, I ran into the lawyer who was in charge of the man's case. I told him, "I have a mortgage, a car payment and I'm putting myself through school, I can't afford to pay you to pursue this man's case."
He coldly responded, "then take some money out of your savings account."
At the conclusion of this dream I woke up shouting and my husband had to put me back to sleep because I was trembling and so angry that, even as I lay in his arms, I had to stifle feelings of anger toward him that tried to creep out of my dreamscape into reality.
Dream Journal: Wild Night
Reviewed by Samantha Jayne Frost
on
October 13, 2018
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Reviewed by Samantha Jayne Frost
on
October 13, 2018
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