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Lucid Intent? No
I am visiting a family I don’t know. The mother in particular is very mean. They’re watching three films, and they’re all connected. It has Glenn Close in it, who then changes to a woman named Peggy Lee.
One of their relatives is interested in me, constantly texting me. He swings by the house and picks me up almost every night. He resembles a man I used to know – I think that he is this state’s “version” of that man. He works at an ice cream parlor.
When I am leaving the house, I have saved several items, including chicken, pudding and cookies, I think. Upon entering the kitchen, she is throwing EVERYTHING away. I scream at her that I was saving those and she says nothing.
When I arrive home to a distorted version of my house, there is a large pen with several mice and hamsters in it. I take note that quite a few are missing. I look over and see 10-15 cats. I grab and bright blue and green eyed cat and run off with it, despite its struggles to get free.
I return to the woman’s house, I assume, and it stays there with me, at least for a little while.
Additional Comments:
I remember imagery of refrigerators and groceries.
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I’m still sick. I’m going to the clinic.
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[ I think.. that boy in my dream was perfect. ]
I’m standing there, and a car pulls up, and he’s wearing a denim jacket.
I run over to him, and hug him, and jump in his jeep. We take off, and head for his apartment, I guess. We get there, and its a two room place – he shows me around and is working on some type of MySpace layout.
We then leave because he has to attend a play he’s in.
Upon arrival I meet one of his friends, and they start asking me questions about our relationship and everything. He leaves to go get ready, and i’m suddenly yanked off into some room. A random guy pulls out a broom and dustpan, and hits me with it once, I scream. He tells me i’m a good girl and pushes me onto the next room. This man strips me, and proceeds to whip me.
I go into the room where he’s performing, and he looks visibly upset. I ask what’s wrong, and his friend says, “You enjoyed your punishment,” he turns to him, “She kept asking for more.”
Horror spreads across my face, and I start screaming that I did not.
He doesn’t believe me, and I leave in tears.
He enters the next room, and apologizes, I nuzzle his neck, and tell him I love him.
Dream ends.
I had a dream about Freddy Krueger, and I’d like to “preserve” it.
Unfortunately, all I remember is him sneaking out from behind a corner, grabbing me, and whispering, “I’m baaaack.”
I didn’t scream, but rather melted into him – not literally, though.
He pushed me onto a desk, and i’m not sure what exactly happened, but i’m positive I loved it.
*purrs..* I see fanfiction ahead…
These dreams have to happen more often.