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simplyn2deep) wrote2020-05-18 09:25 am
simplyn2deep) wrote2020-05-18 09:25 am
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Remembered enough to type it up
Had a dream I was back living at my old apartment with my mom. This neighbor guy kept trying to get into our apartment - he was literally standing in the door stopping me from closing it. I got physical with him and pushed him out. He laughed and walked away/disappeared.
Then, I had to go move one of my mom's old cars from the back of the apartment so this other neighbor could get out and by the time I pulled the car close to the apartment I see ole neighbor going through our dirty laundry that's outside and he stole a pair of my mom's pants, put them to his face to smell them, then put them under his hoodie and walk away/disappear.
I FINALLY get back to the apartment and along the way more neighbors are telling me the guy just walked into my apartment where my mom is! I rushed into our apartment and he had him hog tied on the floor between the sofa and bookcase!
I'm hitting the guy with a wooden chair and trying to figure out why my mom or any of the neighbors didn't call the cops on the dude. I had enough, took the phone and walked to my room to call the cops...for some reason the volume wasn't working right so I'm yelling into the phone about what happened and assuming that they're going to send someone over to deal with the guy.
Then this other part of the dream is where I have to share my room with someone just released from some sort of rehab and I find out that my mom gave her my bed! In my room! When I get back to my room it's big and there are 2 full size beds with 4 post frames. And rehab girl is actually moving her stuff to my bed (I can tell based on the mattress). I get pissed and start yelling mean things at her throwing heavy shit at her and she ignores me. So then I decide to take out my anger on the stuff that on the other stuff that's on the bed than I somehow know if my mom's. Like I'm tearing it up and throwing it on the floor, then I yell for my mom to come get her stuff, all the while still tearing it up and throwing it on the floor.
I leave my room and go back to the living room and dude is still tied up on the floor. I asked my mom if police have showed up and she was like "yeah and they said to leave him there because he's sleeping". I tell my mom fuck that, he can sleep outside in the dirt.
Then I wake up.
I can be violent and damn do I have anger issues. And wtf is up with my dream?!
Then, I had to go move one of my mom's old cars from the back of the apartment so this other neighbor could get out and by the time I pulled the car close to the apartment I see ole neighbor going through our dirty laundry that's outside and he stole a pair of my mom's pants, put them to his face to smell them, then put them under his hoodie and walk away/disappear.
I FINALLY get back to the apartment and along the way more neighbors are telling me the guy just walked into my apartment where my mom is! I rushed into our apartment and he had him hog tied on the floor between the sofa and bookcase!
I'm hitting the guy with a wooden chair and trying to figure out why my mom or any of the neighbors didn't call the cops on the dude. I had enough, took the phone and walked to my room to call the cops...for some reason the volume wasn't working right so I'm yelling into the phone about what happened and assuming that they're going to send someone over to deal with the guy.
Then this other part of the dream is where I have to share my room with someone just released from some sort of rehab and I find out that my mom gave her my bed! In my room! When I get back to my room it's big and there are 2 full size beds with 4 post frames. And rehab girl is actually moving her stuff to my bed (I can tell based on the mattress). I get pissed and start yelling mean things at her throwing heavy shit at her and she ignores me. So then I decide to take out my anger on the stuff that on the other stuff that's on the bed than I somehow know if my mom's. Like I'm tearing it up and throwing it on the floor, then I yell for my mom to come get her stuff, all the while still tearing it up and throwing it on the floor.
I leave my room and go back to the living room and dude is still tied up on the floor. I asked my mom if police have showed up and she was like "yeah and they said to leave him there because he's sleeping". I tell my mom fuck that, he can sleep outside in the dirt.
Then I wake up.
I can be violent and damn do I have anger issues. And wtf is up with my dream?!