I was in a tree house like room with a lot of stuffed animals. I think two other people were there. Flash to another dream. There was a guy and a girl, the girl I didn't know but the guy was my best male friend Jarrett. He had dyed and cut his hair. We were in a car, mom was driving, we were driving down a snowy road. I was drawing the girl in a comic. I showed it to her and she pretended to like it. In the end of the dream, when the car stopped, he ditched me for the girl. In the parking lot of where we stopped, people were leaving their purses everywhere. I decided to take this opportunity to steal everything I wanted. I got caught once but they said nothing. I stole a pair of steampunk glasses and case. When I went inside I saw a sweet old couple checking out (it was a grocery store) and I realized that the glasses and case were his. I gave him back the glasses, but kept the case that had a toy skeleton in it. In the treehouse type room, a few guys brought their wolves with them. A few girls brought their bats. The bats were being a nuisance so the guys formed a group called "Murder the Bats". The girls formed a group called "Get Rid of (Kick out?) the Wolves." I took the side of no one, and told the guys to leave because murdering was a terrible thing to do. I let the girls stay, even though I didn't like the bats. I learned how to train the wolves and they were soon very sweet, though I was always on my toes in case they went wild. The girls showed me how to hold a bat on my arm. I woke up feeling scared of bats. I did a little research in my dream book. I normally don't care for what a book says about symbols, I believe you yourself make up your own symbols, but I really felt this. The bats represent being "batty" or crazy... mental... mad. I am currently in the process of being diagnosed with bipolar disorder and psychotic features. Though I defended the bats, or 'crazy', I was still afraid of it. The other dream was easy to interpret. I am scared my friend will leave me for a girl. He gets obsessed with girls quickly and I have a feeling he would ditch me in a second for a girl. I guess its a legit fear, but maybe this dream is telling me I need to find another best guy friend, and that I can't fully rely on this one.
I was at a TSO concert in a large room with no seats. I was sitting on a stair case with a few other people. There was barely anyone there. Their music sounded strange, I have heard it before, but not in real life. Maybe I have heard it before in another dream. There was a man staring at me. He was creepy acting, but good looking. He had short black hair and looked to be a little older than me. He was probably around 19. His eyes were a little red in the corners. He kept staring, so I eventually just decided to leave. My friends followed. We thought about chilling out at a book store or something. We were in a fancy city. In the middle I remember clearly a fountain. I sensed someone else and looked behind me. He was there, staring again. He started walking towards me. "What are you staring at?" One of my friends asked. I tried not to look suspicious. "That man, behind us, he is staring like a stalker," I whispered back. They looked behind. "There is no one there," they claimed. They exchanged worried looks within their group. That man kept approaching, so I decided to try and walk away. But he continued to follow. So I ran. And he freaking teleported. "What are you running from??" My friends continuously asked. They couldn't see him. There was no escape from this man. I would have to talk to him. I finally let him approach me. I was in the middle of the city, next to the fountain. To the left of us was a large mirror for decoration. As he approached I noticed something very strange: If I looked at him, I could not see his reflection in the mirror in my peripheral vision. If I looked at the mirror, I could not see him in my peripheral vision. It was an either-or, but he could not exist in both "realities" at the same time. This was very frightening to me. Looking back on it, I hadn't realized it then, but it reminds me of how, according to myth, vampires do not have reflection. And, according to culture, you usually see a ghost in the mirror but when you turn around they are no longer there. He was doing both. He talked to me (my friends more worried than ever that I was losing it), and absolutely insisted that I come to his "realm". He told me that he was similar to a vampire/demon. As he said the word realm I felt a shiver of cold and being trapped. I refused to go.
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