In which I can remember every single detail...
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, 01-28-2012 at 06:30 PM (458 Views)
Last night I dreamed that one of my housemates sold me to an older Japanese man, a very clean-cut businessman maybe in his 50s, basically to be a prostitute. I fled the house barefoot into a nice suburb and continued running until I reached a mall, where I hid in a shop that sold pewter miniatures run by a girl named "Jenny". This Jenny was a young woman, maybe in her mid-20s, a little chubby and very pretty with short, shaggy blonde hair, wearing a turquoise empire-waisted top with a black zip-up hoodie, black leggings and flats. She also wore very bright red lipstick. I do not recall ever having seen this girl in the waking world but I saw her so vividly in this dream... anyway, she came over, and complimented me on my eyebrows, saying they look perfect, and I told her they're drawn on but she said she could hardly tell.
Suddenly I turned around and the housemate that sold me was there, and he was FURIOUS, shrieking at me that I owe him $250. What for, I don't know. I don't owe him any money in real life, so I dunno. The moment he laid a hand on me, I pushed him off and ran because, well, he had no fucking right to lay a hand on me.I was suddenly in a completely different suburb, this one was prettier than the last, with willow trees lining the streets.
I ended up running into a forest, and when I came out the other side of the forest, there was a field full of middle school aged children playing football at recess or something (even though there was no school in sight). One of the girls on the field was a girl I went to sleepaway camp with when I was 10 named Aliza, only she hadn't aged a day. She had purple streaks in her red hair, though.
I walked over the field and through their game, until I came to yet ANOTHER village; this time they were a bunch of quaint cottage-ish houses surrounding a lake. I've seen this village in my dreams many times, but also never in the waking world (at least I don't think-- maybe it's a long-forgotten memory?). Suddenly, I sensed that somebody incredibly dear to me was nearby, so I called him-- I woke up when he answered the phone with a "hello?"