This crazy dream I had last night...

[thespitfiredragon]

Last night there was this really creepy-looking woman in my dream. She walked into this house and rearranged ALL the furniture. Then she went up to this painting that was on a wall (the painting was of a quaint little cottage)...she went through the painting, into the cottage, and rearranged ALL the furniture in the cottage. Then she went through a photo of a little farmhouse, went into the house and rearranged the furniture. It went on and on like it was never going to end. The lady was CREEPY.

I had another dream last night where a person that I used to be close with told me that though we aren't friends anyone at least they gave me "rice". "Rice" of course made not one bit of sense to me until I looked it up in a book of symbols. Rice is symbolic for personal growth and rebirth. That's weird because during our friendship this person did give me a lot of growth and now that we're not friends it's like a rebirth.

[HollyElise]

I'd like to hear the story behind that. I've had a similar relationship.

Creative people have such interesting dreams! My dad and i are known for having strange, highly detailed dreams. I'm not remembering mine at present, but i'll try to remember to post the next one i remember. They are nothing if entertaining!

[thespitfiredragon]

HollyElise...

LOL I'm afraid I'm being to sound like a broken record because I've talked about this relationship so much...so forgive me if you've heard this already.

I dated this guy from my church for 2 years...I was SO in love!. It was my first love and I was totally skipping through the tulips with hearts and flowers floating around my head. Last year he asked me to marry him...of course I said yes. I said yes even though I'd have a lame name forever (my first name is Megan...his last name was Reagan..Megan Reagan!). But I loved him so much that the name thing didn't even matter. So we made wedding plans...set a date...designed a custom dress...and planned a Celtic wedding ceremony. Then a month ago he came to me and told me that he was gay and that he'd known since he was 14. He said he loved me, but he knew he couldn't be faithful to me. And then he left me for a guy named Tony. Just like that...and even though he lives down the street from me and goes to church with me he hasn't spoken a word to me since. So I had to call all the people we'd invited to our wedding and tell them to go ahead and make other plans for that weekend that we'd planned to get married. Then I had to answer to terrible question of WHY...I didn't get through a single phone call without crying my eyes out.

Oh, it's interesting to mention that his parents were so upset when they found out that he was gay that they blocked MY phone number and blamed me for it.

So then I had a nervous breakdown...an ACTUAL nervous breakdown. In the mildest terms it was...not cool.

But now that I'm not with him anymore I'm ashamed to admit how much I was changing myself to be what I thought he wanted. I had to rediscover what I liked. Now all my family and friends are saying that they're glad to have me back...AND I'M glad to be back.

So...anyway...that's why the rice thing made sense.