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Busy night in Dreamland last night.
First dream I can remember had my SIL skye_ds and some of her friends and her mom. They kidnapped me and we were all in this hotel room and the mom was demanding that i tell her every terrible thing and all the grudges I had against her daughter (she never asked skye_ds to recount her grudges against me; I suppose she's heard them a few times over the years at this point). She was like "This grudge fest between the two of you has gone on for too long, you are grown women and you're both being ridiculous so we are going to settle this right now and this will be the end of it," and so on and so forth, namecalling both of us and telling us how childish and stupid we are being. I listed them out and the mom was being mean to me but even meaner to her daughter about each thing I mentioned, how ridiculous I was being and how stupid SIL had been to do or say this or that thing, and 'why did you do that, why did you say that, you know that's not how I raised you, that's so awful, bla bla bla' . And finally at the end my SIL spoke up to me and said she had tracking software and a keystroke logger and she knew every time I'd looked at any of her social media pages and all my passwords and internet activities and was going to ruin me...she wasn't saying jack to her mom for being mean to her she was just throwing all this viciousness, hate, and scorn on me. I wanted to leave so badly. I just felt humiliated and awful, both by SIL's mom's abusive personality in general and watching her dish out so much disgust and hate against her own child. And nobody said jack shit to her about how awful she was being.
Next dream, I was in Australia but it was a very lush and jungle type place. I was walking with some people and I smelled something really beautiful and the tour guide said something about how we can enjoy the fragrance in small quantities but if we got too close to the tree that makes this fragrance (it looked like a long thin giant pinecone), the flowers are toxic and we would suffocate and die. There were seeds of this plant all over the ground and I thought about taking one home with me to plant but I remembered that Australia is really strict about that kind of stuff and didn't want to spend 15 years in an Australian prison. Then we were in this gift shop with seashells and driftwood sculptures and a lot of loofah sponge products, the owner was an old hippie lady who was originally from New York. And then there was something about being in a dog park in New York with my cousin's little dog who recently passed. And maybe Liam too? I don't know. That part is fuzzy. The dog park was kind of done up like christmas time.
(I think my brain got that part from rewatching 'When Harry Met Sally' Friday night. That movie is fondly remembered but not so great on a re-watch. The main characters are really sort of awful people. But Carrie Fisher was beautiful and fun to watch, anyway.)
My brain. Ugh. Why am I like this.
First dream I can remember had my SIL skye_ds and some of her friends and her mom. They kidnapped me and we were all in this hotel room and the mom was demanding that i tell her every terrible thing and all the grudges I had against her daughter (she never asked skye_ds to recount her grudges against me; I suppose she's heard them a few times over the years at this point). She was like "This grudge fest between the two of you has gone on for too long, you are grown women and you're both being ridiculous so we are going to settle this right now and this will be the end of it," and so on and so forth, namecalling both of us and telling us how childish and stupid we are being. I listed them out and the mom was being mean to me but even meaner to her daughter about each thing I mentioned, how ridiculous I was being and how stupid SIL had been to do or say this or that thing, and 'why did you do that, why did you say that, you know that's not how I raised you, that's so awful, bla bla bla' . And finally at the end my SIL spoke up to me and said she had tracking software and a keystroke logger and she knew every time I'd looked at any of her social media pages and all my passwords and internet activities and was going to ruin me...she wasn't saying jack to her mom for being mean to her she was just throwing all this viciousness, hate, and scorn on me. I wanted to leave so badly. I just felt humiliated and awful, both by SIL's mom's abusive personality in general and watching her dish out so much disgust and hate against her own child. And nobody said jack shit to her about how awful she was being.
Next dream, I was in Australia but it was a very lush and jungle type place. I was walking with some people and I smelled something really beautiful and the tour guide said something about how we can enjoy the fragrance in small quantities but if we got too close to the tree that makes this fragrance (it looked like a long thin giant pinecone), the flowers are toxic and we would suffocate and die. There were seeds of this plant all over the ground and I thought about taking one home with me to plant but I remembered that Australia is really strict about that kind of stuff and didn't want to spend 15 years in an Australian prison. Then we were in this gift shop with seashells and driftwood sculptures and a lot of loofah sponge products, the owner was an old hippie lady who was originally from New York. And then there was something about being in a dog park in New York with my cousin's little dog who recently passed. And maybe Liam too? I don't know. That part is fuzzy. The dog park was kind of done up like christmas time.
(I think my brain got that part from rewatching 'When Harry Met Sally' Friday night. That movie is fondly remembered but not so great on a re-watch. The main characters are really sort of awful people. But Carrie Fisher was beautiful and fun to watch, anyway.)
My brain. Ugh. Why am I like this.
