Dreams in Random Thoughts

  • March 15, 2017, 3:40 p.m.
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I forgot to talk about a really creepy dream i had last night. I think i have all of the parts, but i am not sure i will get them organized the way in which they unfolded.

I am with my sister (my most beloved person in the world). For some reason we are with an older man and he has a baby. He seems to be the grandpa. The baby is very small, like preemie size. I am holding it and worried that the head is awry. I keep asking my sister to assist me. We get into the man’s car and we are taking the baby back to his house. We end up at a loud, bright restaurant that reminds me so so very much of 1980’s rural Idaho casinos. It turns out that the family is Native and the parents are the grandparents. The grandma puts a traditional outfit on the baby and black markings on the left side of the baby’s face, near its temple and eyes.

Somehow, i am not sure how, either my sister or both of us are sexual with the man. It feels wrong, gross, like a violation of some sort. I just remember seeing his erect penis and it freaks and grosses me out. But really, there is an app that connects people who want to be paid for sex with people who want to pay for it. I think this is the situation.

Sister and i are looking for a place to part her car. We are directed to a place that looks like it is under the overpass of two interstate freeways.

This is where i have lost some of the details.

Next thing i recall is that i am headed back to the overpass to find my sister’s car. I can’t find it and all i see are wrecked cars. I am really scared for my safety and realize this is a dangerous place. I see a white van over yonder with its back doors open and people are making meth in it. I am trying to leave by walking up a road that goes direct under the freeway and is slightly uphill. I have tights on and they are constricting me. As i walk, i am trying to wriggle out of them, but i don’t want to or can’t stop to do so (maybe its too dangerous?).

Next scene i am asking for help. What i remember is that i am hiding behind a big plastic pin and i have no clothes on. I am trying to explain my story to someone, how i really am in distress, have been violated somehow and need help. The people believe me and take me into their car to help me find my sister’s car. We make it back to the overpass and my sister’s car is there. I am really surprised that i hadn’t seen in before, but think that perhaps it was stolen and put back, because it is in horribly beat-up condition.

At some point in this story i remember my sister looking at the app to find someone else to pay for sex with her. I see the name “Fenrir” and instantly i know this is a super bad situation, because this person has taken on the name of the werewolf from Harry Potter who especially liked to attack children.

That’s all folks.


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