This morning I woke feeling scared, shaken, and angry. So I went back to sleep in hopes of straightening out whatever happened in my dream.
I remember we were at a party, a house party. The men and women separated and there was some sort of cultural divide (I blame the dream for missing details). I felt like an outsider and tried continually to reunite with Mike, who hung out only with the men. A good guy-friend of ours happened to be there, too, but he was not helpful and encouraged Mike to leave me alone. (sidenote: I’m also unjustifiably mad at him, now, too)
Next this unknown lady, my age, confronted me and despite me trying to rescue my cats from being outside, because duh, they’re indoor cats only (and at this party with me?), this woman continued following me.
So now I was stuck with someone I didn’t want to be with, only to be separated from whom I really wanted to be with, and the cats kept going in and out, causing me to freak out. Also there was butterscotch lipgloss and paint chipping from the doors and windowpanes.
I finally convinced Mike to drive me somewhere, against his will. In this dream he was in no state to drive but for some reason I couldn’t drive. So he drove me and I asked him about hanging out with me and this didn’t fly.
At this point I woke up since clearly my dream only made me more confused and agitated.
Awake Vicki went to Mike and told him about the entire thing and he laughed & hugged me, and even apologized for his stupid self in my dream.
But that feeling of confusion and hurt lingers in an odd way.
HELLO subconscious. What are you trying to tell me, here?
I don’t normally dream in such a way that causes me to think about it hours later (and write about it), but it happens from time to time.
Does this happen to you?
Does my dream make any sense? (want to interpret it for me?!)
Living in our nation's capital allows me to learn something new every day. So does teaching 2nd graders. My nose piercing and tattoos keep me from normalcy, while my job and religion keep me grounded.
