Be With Someone Else

I asked the question, “Don’t do what?” (Nov. 1, 2019) I dreamt that my skin on my legs was opening up in different spots. Some were small holes and some were big. One of the big ones was on my left thigh.

There was a computer motherboard in there. I was frantic about what was happening to me. I tried to look inside my leg to see all that was there but could only see a little.

There must’ve been people around me, or at least one person, who I was trying to get their attention to help me.

I dreamt that I was by the closets in my room with a new husband. I was thinking it was weird to be with someone else. There were several small open bags of cat food in the closet with the tops rolled down.

One of them was separated from the others on the left so I brought it over with the others. I wasn’t wearing any pants.

(From yesterday) Didn’t Care

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I either saw a picture, or in person, a naked woman bending over, with the head up to. There were different animals (with their hands?) going up her back. I was thinking of supporting her by coloring them in (if a picture) or giving her money.

I dreamt of Ali telling me that he wants to “pack it in” (have sex).

I dreamt that I was naked, sitting with my knees covering my breasts. I was with people and didn’t care that others saw. We were getting ready to go to church. There was a female who wore a dress with spaghetti straps that went down past her breasts. She looked like a prostitute. She had on a lot of makeup. I wondered what the people at church would react/think of her.

After sacrament meeting, or after all of the services, I was walking in the back of the chapel from right to left. I saw an older man standing behind a cafeteria style cart giving out food. At first I wasn’t going to say anything, but as I got closer I decided to.

I mentioned to him that (I thought) we’re not supposed to do business on Sunday. He responded, “We’re not.” I then realized that that was true because I didn’t see any money being exchanged.

I dreamt that a guy told me, at the church, that he likes to hear me sing.

(From Nov. 2012) Swollen

I dreamt that my hands were swollen.

(From Dec. 18, 2019) Acting

I asked the same question. I dreamt that Ali & I have our beds next to each other. His was on the left. I started fingering myself, thinking he would want to do some also. He didn’t as he fell asleep once he laid down on the bed.

I then felt something at the left corner of the foot of my bed. I’m not able to move my head to look over at Ali. I start having trouble breathing, as if there’s a lot of smog.

I’m able to move my hands so I start grabbing the edges of the bed and try to cast her out so he knows she’s there but she won’t let me speak the words and no sound comes out. He doesn’t respond.

I then start calling out for mom, still moving my hands. Ali still doesn’t respond.

Before waking, the phrase, “Pita is an Outback (Australia) woman.”

I dreamt that I was standing on the right side of Ali’s lifted bed, noticing a red/maroon towel folded half over with the open side to the foot of the bed. It was up by his pillow under his blankets. I thought that was weird, but then it wasn’t because he does weird stuff.

I dreamt that I was on the right side of another lifted bed. There’s a black woman with either a Hispanic or Arabic man. I didn’t get a good look. I was holding her hand. They’re acting.

She’s wearing pajama’s. At first they’re asleep, but she then says something to him (about me?). I look away to my right as he gets up. There’s something reflective in front of me. I see his hairy legs under the covers, realizing that he’s naked, which surprises me.

A second later, after getting dressed, he’s on top of her, giving her a hard thrust./hump It startled me so I let go. She laughs at that and tells the guy that I jumped back because of this.

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