First of all I was, I guess, owned in some way by Judge Turpin?? EXCEPT. IT WASNT JUST JUDGE TURPIN. It was this horrible Judge Turpin/Erik Destler mix. He acted like the Judge, if a scale meaner, but he had s k i n and s t r a p s and f a b r i c sowed into his face. It was horrible and definitely had gritty Phantom 1989 vibes.
And at the same time I was camping with my Dad, my brother and my sister?? I was looking for kookaburra's??? Judge Destler apparently owned the place, or something.
And the s a m e time I was doing work for my job?? It was a very stressful dream 😅
There was also a bakery/butcher combo at the camp ground which also sold Wizard of Oz merchandise. There was also some kindof mention of a Princess Mombi.
... this is a horrible amalgamation of all the things that have been on my mind lately 😅😭😅😅
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Wrote plainly once I awoke, this dream was relentless and has stayed with me, my head hurts. Beware
It was a celebration, happy. With his school, I don't know many people from there but I know the faces of his friends. This was enough for my my brain to blur in the rest. It felt like real life, in the way that my anxiety persisted. I attempted to hide from him. I pretended he didn't know the details of my face, but he does. I knew he spotted me as soon as my eyes landed on him. But it was okay. He allowed us to exist in separate spaces. I wasn't opposed to an interaction with him. It's hard to feel desirable when you are ashamed of your entire being. The day was fun. I felt exposed. I looked in the mirror within the dream - maybe I just seen myself from above. My body was real, but I was okay with it. I was in a bra and underwear. Slip and slide down a steep grassy hill. I think it was safe. I think it was a younger version of him. 2 years ago - when I knew his face best. He had his long hair and old glasses and a babyish face. I met him at the top of the hill. The sun was gold. The sun disappeared. Split, a new existence. Now, his house was behind us - with his family seated on a porch. It wasn't his real house though. It was real American and white with glass. An old disheveled barn - gloomy and gruesome lay at the bottom of the slope now, where our peers just were. Somewhere in this time - he was now a younger boy. I, too, was a young child now. I think I was a boy. The grass was so green, it spiked. And then we were in the barn. He held chains. I knew something bad had happened to him. He wanted it to happen to me too. He chained me by the neck. An older man arrived. Dirty and Greasy. My mind imagined him as John Wayne Gacy. A fact which supports my idea that I existed as a boy. The chains rattled and tightened. The moment felt dystopian and silly and unreal. I was looking down upon myself again. They examined a raincoat, yellow, four arm holes. Gerard the Horse. He was tiny. They spoke of him eagerly. The brief back of my small head was in my view as they spoke. The coat was propped up, as if something invisible was wearing it. Was I. I did not feel anything. It ended. My boy cut my chain near my neck with one of the axes. He felt sorry. One blunt, One sharp. I ran but she knew. She realised. She ran down I ran up. The dog. I hid. I woke up.
•Dana uses the sparkle symbol,she is someone happy and helpful , aways willing to help and cheer up others a bit reckless and childish at time ,but a big heart 💙💙💙