Hey everyone
I haven't recorded as many dreams recently, and I apologize for that. I've been stressed out with school, and part of me was hoping they'd go away for a bit if I stopped recording. That was silly of me. So I'd rather try to figure out what they mean.
I haven't recorded as many dreams recently, and I apologize for that. I've been stressed out with school, and part of me was hoping they'd go away for a bit if I stopped recording. That was silly of me. So I'd rather try to figure out what they mean.
I'm not sure what this means entirely, but it gives me some poly tendencies. And the makeup probably represents hiding, but I can't be sure. Thoughts in the comments?
Namaste
Dream follows jump
At first I was with Ouka. We were staying in this hotel across from M. and her family, and we had three small cats with us. They looked different than Yuru and Melissa from what I recall. The owner of the hotel was giving us a special allowance to keep the cats, and also was paying us a little bit of money for some reason I can't remember.
M. kept complaining about the cats. She didn't know that we had them specifically, but she knew someone in the hotel did. I was worried that she'd get us kicked out.
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The dream goes foggy for a bit in my memory (probably because of my lack of recording them for so long) and then I'm out and about with this girl. Ouka is nowhere to be seen. The girl and I are having a good time hanging out with other friends. I know d. is around somewhere, because I kept thinking about running into him.
I'm wearing my hair in double braids, and my glasses fade in and out of the picture, but I can still see. As I'm walking around with this dark-haired girl, we are looking for something, and come across this aisle. There are some friends in it, and some people we don't know.
We turn away from that aisle, and one of our male friends runs after us and grabs me by the shoulder. He says that one of the strangers wonders what it would take to go out with me, and at first I say no outright, then as he's walking away, I holler back "Tell him if he gives us $200, I'll go on one date with him, but nothing else." Another friend, or perhaps d. comes out and warns me that this is what he was trying to get, "just one date," and the general vibe that I'm getting is the stranger wants in my pants.
I say that it won't happen and I can take care of myself, and then turn to the girl, who sinks to her knees beside me. I catch her and ask her what's wrong, then immediately start apologizing. She looks at me and is crying and starts to say things like "I should leave so I don't hold you back." I feel awful during all this, and say "No, you shouldn't." and give some lame excuse about us needing the money. I love her, and I don't want her to go. I admit that I am an idiot sometimes and do/say things without thinking.
During this segment of the dream, it flashed to my face a few times. Each time I'm wearing more and more makeup. I feel it being caked on. I know some of it is pink and glittery, and the general feeling is that it's all not me.
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I end up at this professors house. I know him, but I can't remember his name. He's old and kindly, and has a brick house with dark wooden walls inside. There are mirrors in the foyer, so that when the door is opened by the maid, I think the professor is behind her, but he's actually on the stairs to the side. When I see him in the mirror, I wave, and tentatively smile, but he doesn't respond. The group I'm with goes in and sits down in various places. I woke up before I saw what we were doing there.
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There was another bit somewhere mixed in here about sitting across from the friend who asked me about dating the stranger. He was collecting money from people, and giving them something unknown in return. At some point he asked if I could give him some nickles for 50 cents. I agreed and he handed me the 50 cents and took a roll of dimes. I corrected him and showed him the roll of nickels, and he took out what was necessary. I vacantly thought about how Ouka would be upset because he had just rolled them.
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