I have never been very good at remembering my dreams. However, the ones that I do remember are either very weird or so boring that they seem very weird. I think that dreams have potential for unlocking creativity. I don't believe in prophetic dreams, but I do think that they can sometimes be a way of helping you to figure out how you feel about some of the things that are going on in your life. The most recent dream that I can remember having I dreamt about two weeks ago. My boyfriend and I were talking about materialism, before we went to sleep. I am far more materialistic than he is. I was trying to convince him that I have actually cut down on the number of firvolous purchases that I make in my life. We fell asleep and this is what I dreamt. I broke up with my boyfriend, after he got mad at me for buying this Kids in the Hall Tshirt that I have been coveting for quite a while. The break-up was rather insignificant in the dream. It served as the impetus for me to move to Vancouver, with a friend of mine and her boyfriend. My friend and her boyfriend really exist, but I have never been to their apartment. Before she moved over there, she and her sister used to call his apartment the closet. That is the only explanation that I can think of for the amount of discomfort I felt about the space I had moved into in the dream. I do not remember what the apartment looked like, only that I had a terrible pain in my neck through most of the dream. Maybe I shouldn't sleep on my side anymore. Anyway, I went to a party with my friend. We went to this very stylish, but very pink apartment in a skyscraper. All of the people at the party looked like supermodels and seemed to be incredibly rich. Well, there was this guy there, who looked like a guy that I knew in London - named Jay - but he was better looking, didn't have any scars and had shorter hair. He was at the centre of attention in his group of friends. He had girls falling all over him, but didn't seem interested in them for friendship. The only other people that he spoke sincerely with were his guyfriends and he talked to them about me. Here's where the dream starts to sound pretty egotistical. He talked to his guyfriends about me. He thought I was beautiful. Said he'd fallen in love with me at first sight. He got so passionate in his speech about me that his friends thought he was drunk. Anyways, he started talking to me and being really sweet. He gave me all sorts of drinks and stuff and thing began to seem rather Alice-in-Wonderlandish. His apartment, which is where the party was at, was very strange. It had very stylized furniture, but everything in the common rooms was this awful cream colour - cream like the walls in a rental house or apartment where the tenants are not allowed to paint, but he owned his apartment and told me that one of the reasons that he was having this party was that for a change he had hardly any workmen in it. He told me that he almost always had workers in his apartment because he was always changing his mind about how he wanted the place to look and that he liked the cream colour because it was like a blank canvas. He wasn't an artist, but a musician. He had had some success because he was the son of some guy who was a famous rockstar in the 70s and 80s and his mother was a former supermodel, which accounted for his beautiful blond hair. As we had this conversation about his life and his family, we were somehow, through the magic of dreaming, transported to that rotating restraunt in downtown Vanvouver. I noticed this when he started talking about how popular he was in this city. A couple of times, I tried to talk to him about my life, but it just seemed to remind him of something in his own life and he would go on and on about himself some more. If he talked about me it was about how beautiful I was or how captivated he was by me. Feeling thoroughly naseated by this I went back to my friends' place, which no longer seemed cramped at all, as the pain in my neck was surpassed by the nasea in my tummy. I was glad to be there and talked to my friend about this guy, who shall remain nameless. I find it funny now, as I look back on the dream, that it didn't strike me as odd that my friend has started to look more like Betty Page at this point. 
Anyway, she thought it was fabulous that he was interested in me. She said she had never heard him act that way about a girl before and I should totally allow him to pursue me. Gifts started showing up for me at her apartment. Clothing, perfume, and art mostly. It was all for me and from this guy. He phoned and wanted me to go to the theatre with him. I suggested we go out dancing instead. I had it in my head that I could meet someone else at the club and make this guy lose interest without making my friend think that I had brushed this guy off. It didn't work. He was intensely interested in seeing what guys I flirted with. The dream fast forwarded, so that we had been dating for some time, and he started trying to look and act like the other guys that I showed interest in, while remaining thoroughly faithful to me. Suddenly, I found myself in his apartment. Beautifully dressed. I was annoyed by the constant pressence of the workmen. I was glad that they had finished remodeling his bathroom because I really needed to go pee, but when I walked into the bathroom, I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to do it. He didn't have a toilet anymore. The toilet, bathtub and sink had be replaced by these nicely crafted and ceramic lined indents into the floor, with taps and drains, like three differently sized sinks in the floor. This made me uncomfortable. And I was trying to decide whether I wanted to talk to him about it or not. I was scared that I wouldn't know how to use them properly and then I woke up. |
