Red-Headed Lady
Chelsea = bitchy roomate from last year
Samantha = little sister
I was in my Dad's house and my family was splitting up and moving to different places. There was a woman with red hair who was with my mom, and trying to convince her to not let me live with them. I was really hurt by this, and started screaming at my mom, who would altrenate back and forth between being herself and Chelsea. My little sisters were there.
I left the kitchen and got into the car with my dad and Samantha. The car was full of stuff, so we were apparently moving to the new place. I apologized to Samantha for letting her see me scream at mom, and I told Sam that I didn't hate her, I just hated mom. I was in the very back behind all of the luggage and other things, and I was getting cholostrophobic, so I asked the rest of them to put a window down. They did, and I could feel the air on me and it felt a lot better.
I was on a ferry trying to go somewhere. We weren't supposed to use the bathroom, but I knew that the ride was three hours and I wouldnt be able to wait. They let me use the captain's bathroom, and I clogged the toilet. This really embarassed me.
I was at a pool and trying to swim across it, but it was difficult because I had a big bathrobe and shoes on. I remembered the last time I had been swimming there, and that it was a lot easier. I got to the other end of the pool and the woman with the red hair was there. We were fighting, and she was scratching at my arms. When I looked down at my arms, there were scratches all over them and they had already scabbed. I was then standing outside of the pool trying to listen to someone talk but I was preoccupied with trying to keep my eye on the woman with the red hair so she wouldn't attack me. I started slapping her in the face, and she eventually fell into the pool.
The physical sensations I had in this dream were extremely vivid. Especially the feeling the air from the car window, and the lady scratching my arms.

1 Comments:
Man, that sucks about the pain thing. Usually, that's the one thing that i don't really feel in my dreams, or at least, it's muffled. Of course, this never clues me into the fact that i'm dreaming. I just rationalize it by believing i'm some extraordinary specimen of the human race that is virtually invulnerable to pain.
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