Dream Journal
I was sitting on the toilet in a white bathroom pooping. The door was on my right and I was facing the bathtub. Jake, a lifelong friend, was out in the hallway waiting for me. As if the door were made of glass, I could see him pacing back and forth right outside the door, though he could not see me. I watched as he came close to the door, looked left and right, grabbed the door handle and pulled a knife out of his pocket. He popped the lock off the door and came in. Knowing what was coming, I was able to wipe whatever I had thus completed and pull my gray sweatpants half up. The door opened on its left side, he looked at me and grinned. Still trying to pull up my pants, I came to the door and made that comment that if he has to go that bad, be my guest.
He wouldn’t let me leave the bathroom. He gave me a sneer/grin and pushed me back in. I knew that he intended to rape me. I pulled the waistband of the sweats over my butt as he pushed me into the tub. Lying on my back, I had visions of how I needed to fight back - where I needed to plant the kicks and how to protect my body - but trying to implement them was not as easy as I had imagined. Every knee to the crotch and kick to the face either missed or was blocked.
I was then outside of the bathroom in a large banquet hall type room; he was still in the bathroom. I knew that I needed to run and hide, but if I went for the door he would surely see me and catch up because he ran much faster. I also knew that if I took any longer to find a place to hide he would come out of the bathroom and get me. So I ducked behind a short wall right next to the bathroom, knowing that being so close to him would be one of the last places he would look for me. I hid there and waited.
Then the room filled up with people from my hometown church for an after service potluck. There were round tables and chairs set up all throughout the room, every one filled with a person. I spied my grandparents standing at the other end of the room near the exit door - I hadn’t seen them in a few months. I got up and went over to them, knowing that if Jake came out of the bathroom, he would see me saying hi to my grandparents, not trying to escape. I was now wearing my short purple sarong and black tank top.
I hugged my grandmother and talked jovially about this and that. Keeping that everything-is-wonderful smile on my face, I then hugged my grandfather. As we were hugging, and retaining my smile, I whispered into his right ear, ‘Would you please take me home with you? I’m in grave danger.’ In the instance of that hug, I communicated my entire situation to him. With his arm still around my waist, he led me outside to his truck. This truck had a wide stripe down its side and was very, very tall. I had to be hoisted up onto the side step, and then crawl onto the seat. Mid crawl, I realized that I was probably flashing my grandfather with my short skirt, but it could no longer be helped.
Sitting in the passengers and he in the drivers seat, we began driving away from the building that was now the location of my grandparents home. I asked why we were leaving my grandmother - he told me that she knew her way home and enjoyed the exercise that walking gave her. We drove down the hill to my parent’s house. I looked in the side mirror and saw my grandmother running at full speed directly behind the truck. I felt very safe inside the cab of that truck.
A female coworker with a lot of long, curly blonde hair and I decided to have lunch together. We went to Don Jose’s, a Mexican restaurant, where we met Damon and Beth. We sat at a table with Beth directly across from me, Damon beside her to my left, and my coworker to my direct left. The waiter took our order and quickly returned with Damon’s and Beth’s food. I looked at my wristwatch and noticed that it was 11:30 am. We had chatted our lunch hour away and were now late without getting any food. I caught the waiter’s attention and requested that our food be brought to go immediately. He left and I realized he thought I meant my and Beth’s food.
I then saw Beth spread a red-brown viscous liquid over her huge plate of food. She proceeded to shovel food into her mouth - she was concerned for my being late. I gave up on the waiter bringing our food and left with my coworker. Walking down a long, dark hallway, she becomes my husband - though our relationship in the dream is purely friendship - and we are now on a horse. At the end of the hallway, we go through a secret passageway into the CEO’s office. He is in the middle of an important meeting and is quite upset at the horse.
Now separated from my coworker, I am the male. I go out onto a balcony high above the ground. In my mind I see the very tip top of the building’s roof and the large antenna resting atop it. I have thoughts of putting my female coworker up there and never letting her down. There are feelings of fierce competition and slight hatred towards her. I hear someone coming, and jump over the balcony railing, catching myself on a piece of wood, and hide underneath the balcony floor, believing it is her. Instead, it is a male friend wishing to discuss her with me. He saw me hanging under the balcony and helped pull me up.
I walk into the central area of the building that looks like the mansion. The area would be the large foyer, or grand hall, perhaps. I am now the female, and am sitting in the center of the room watching the male approach. I pull him down on top of me and begin to passionately kiss him. I reached down and grabbed his erect penis. In spite of our previous viciousness toward each other, he responded well until I mention that a servant monkey - like the ones from the Wizard of Oz, and just as evil - was watching us from the curtain-covered balcony. He looked up just in time to see the vested monkey duck back behind the heavy red velvet curtain.
B and I were living in a very tiny apartment on at least the third floor of a complete dive of an apartment building. I walked into our tiny, dirty kitchen and noticed there was a large hole in the floor to the left of our stove. I leaned over the side of the stove and peered through the gaping hole in the floor. I could see all the way into the apartment directly below us. That apartment was empty, and it looked like it should be condemned. It was dirty, filled with cobwebs and holes in the wall, as well as an even larger hole in its floor than in my floor. Through that hole I could clearly see the apartment two floors lower than mine. I became seriously scared for our safety in such a dump of an apartment.
I ran into our bedroom where B was lying on our freshly made bed playing cards. He was freshly showered and shaved, and was wearing new clothes. I jumped up onto the bed and hugged him fiercely.
Themes: B
It was my first day at a new job working at a veterinary office. Two girls from my high school and I were in the lunchroom taking a break - they were sitting at one table and I at another behind them. One of the girls, known for dancing, got up onto the small round table and danced to some imaginary music. She squatted down into a type of dip and her skirt came up far enough for me to notice she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was horrified at her display, knowing that this was no accident.
I was then in a hallway of the office outside of a room filled with animals in cages. I knew that the vet was horribly mistreating and starving all these animals. There was another female assistant about my age in with the animals. I stood half hidden in the doorway and either saw or knew that she was feeding the animals. If she had been caught, she would have been in big trouble with the veterinarian.
I was then in another small hallway with a veterinarian and another lady discussing the cat in one of the patient rooms. The hallway was a light gray or off-white, and there were three closed doors leading into the three patient rooms. This lady had brought the cat in because she was concerned of its weight. This cat was three hundred pounds. It had spent its entire life lying in a large chair in the corner of this lady’s sister’s bedroom. The sister had recently died and the lady was very concerned about this cat. She had brought three or four children who all sat in the waiting room, wishing to touch this large feline. They all sat in their chairs peering through the door into the hallway in which we stood.
The three of us were discussing the different options of transporting the cat back to its home. The vet was especially concerned about drawing a lot of attention from newspapers and tabloids, and therefore didn’t want to merely put the cat in the back of a pick-up truck. But that seemed to be our only option short of an enclosed semi trailer - which would cause a similar ruckus in the small town.