Run Run Away

Question:

Eleonore, I wouldn’t judge you.  People judge me all the time before they get to know me.

Response:

Yep, quite similar, if in the forst dream nothing nor no one was so directly showing "they done it". In the secnd, it sure was a no other way than he done t…Until I got to the kitchen, where that room was fine when I opened the door to my guest, where we went to talk there over coffee before I excused myself to go to the washroom wash my hands, just as my b-i-l rang the door. I then left them both after intros where they left the kitchen with me to go to the living eoom, while I went to the washroom. In the dream, the guest had not left the kitchen nor my sight. Then as I found the mess in the wasroom, he had not elft my b-i-l’s sight either save to come knocking at the washroom door to ask for…vegetables. Therem acting so off both in his way of talking to my b-i-l like one tryign to present it as if we were an item since long, the other just seeming to take it we were living together or whatever, where the guest’s request for "we need (veggies) here "now"" was another effort of his to try and show like we would be an old couple…But just so…off the wall, it made no sense. In the dream, as much as I now can see that the guest had not legft my sight, -in the dream I was convinced once in the washroom only he could have done the mess, since I had not and we were the only two in the house. And in the dream, it was still as if I figured he had done the mess in the kitchen too while  was tidying up in the washroom, and while yet he was with my b-i-l who had dropped in unecxpectedly too, but as sometimes happen in real life, which in itself was not "off the wall" if you see what I mean. The more I look at it, the more the feelign is that my subconscious is telling me that someone’s getting in my house without my knowledge. In both dreams, things done in the house that were not done either by the occupants (me, kiddo, etc) nor yet by the visitor and that yet only occured in both dreams when that same visitor in both dreams dropped in. Again, that one never visited me (penpal) and lives in another country and continent. There is something symbolic to his being the visitor and witness to those things in the dreams, but can not get what it could be. Since no one could get oin the old house where I had the forst dream given the dogs (someoen HAD try to break in on the day I was moving there, wherer I was gone to get the last load with the car, plants and mirrors sort of last trip, where I had just moved the pets the trip before, and where not sure yet this was their home they somehow had apparently not barked nor scare the thief away untl he actually borke in the house, where they ran fter him downtown and where Eat-Eat came back carrying not oly the bottom of his pants, but of his underwear in the same mouthful, which was rather hilarious:). The two dogs then , while they had not even been let out to pee or sniff about their new yard, came back and st sat each at gthe very corner of the front yard, gardng it with their life. They woudl not let anyone near the sidewalk even, where neigbors called the cops that almost shot Eat Eat and Lad, and actually drew their revolver out, when a neighbor went "Wait!! A girl is moving in here today! Maybe the dogs are hers!" they then used mace instead and backed them to the back door where they sa the dog chains there, but said that they would give me a fine for having let my dogs out untikled. The morons then closed the door, while it could not stay closed due to the broken handle and lock by the thief, but they noticed nothing. When I arrived with the last car load, 30 mins later, I was told by the neighbor who stopped them from shooting Eat Eat of what had happened and that I woudl be fined, that the cops woudl be back to ahnd me a 350 bucks fine. I then got to the house and saw the dammage to the back door and was completely pissed at the cops to have not figured it out and almost kill the dogs and wanted to fine *me*!! I called them and they canme over for report and ndeed saw the door state and sawthere was breaking and entering, and added there wodl be no fine but that if anyone comlained that a dog bi them *while they were robbing my house*, Id be charge for wounding them iwith dogs! (sic). I hoped he thief was not stupid enough, as of course that would have been his admittign he robbed my place  and gong to jail (in fact I never found a thing missing and thin the dogs waited, unsure of this was their lace yet or what, untl they saw the guy, whic did not inspire them trust, to attack:)) In any case, that had happened on day one of my move in that new h=place , the previous house I lived in on Pilon St. The first dream was a year or two later. Been living here some seven years or so already. And now this other similar dream… You might remember the episode of that guy who stalked me, seing me in a store and followed me to my pace without my noticing, way way back, where he one day ended up at my place, walked in as if it was his place, with me facing a stranger, obviously not balanced, in my house, where he wanted me to sing for him, and demanded a picture of me, where tryign to deal to save my life and not be raped or anythign liek that I handed him the darn pic he was fixating on, over my puter, if I so so so much hated to give him one:(:(.  He then wanted me to be lead singer in his band, re,e,ber that? And to go make shows with him on weekends? Just a nut case. Seemed otherwise balance, just obsessed all righ, and nit in the obsessive department, where I was nonetheless scared to death. That happened AFTER the first dream. But for all I know he already was stalking me/following me/spying on me. The gdogs are now much older, and if someoen broke in and they heard and sa him they still woudl try and attack, but Eat Eat has arthritis real bad, loses balance at nothing, collapses, and Lad if he coudl be as vicious as ever in such a case, only has a few shaky rotting teeth… And he is a size hat coudl easily be kicked out of the way. Still, people dunno that and they do growl and bark madly still if someone tries to get in or knocks at the patio door for instance. My thoughts then are rather that someoen might be spying on me through windows or following me in other ways, maybe…Does not have to be "in the house" though the dream shows someoen doing things in my house I am not aware of. But that does not explain why that enpal in the dream. There is a key there in the symbolic that I can not get. Does not mean anythign to do with that penpal at all, btw, bt might just be the brain putting an image of someoen I know without having vever *seen*. Someone does things somewhere without my seing them is the most I can figure it means thus far. It is either about me, to my things, about my personality (had a few impersonators so to speak, people tryign to do personalty transfer then trying to bash my own to destroy the original they copied, sort of thing-in my life or online life, say). Might be someone online acting with what is mine as if it was theirs, sort of thing. But not sure what to make of the dreams at this time. After I woke up from this recent second dream, two night ago now, I went back to sleep and had another weird dream of some related type for the nonsense of it, which I can not remember, cause my thinking as the third dream went on that this was now like the sercond dream woke me up before any event could take place for the dream to have a story to remember. All I remember was talking with someoen where the conversation was flowing and yet a feelign something was completely off again, weird, abnormal for how it was, i.e. again say the type whre someoen not knowing you talks with you not only as if an old friend, but as if he woudl act like he knew you from lng when you just see them for the forst time…See he similarity there again. Bu I can not remember a thing about who save a vague impressin it is another pnpal I never saw, not the same as the first two dreams, this oen represewnted by the image o a man with bron hair, curled, and shorter than me. Th forst was represented by a blondish man, tall, solid built if not muscular type (large boned, broad shoulder, but a bit fat). The image of the third dream, he penal in it is a mental pic I had in the far past of some penpal. If onl I cna remember which. But ther again, I think the faces put on the interlocutor or visitor is just a dream "m.o" to try ad represent some other thing. What is common to all three dreams is soemthign that seems friendly/a friend being completely off or weird or bizarre or events around him/t being comletely weird or "off". IN short, I tend to see the dream as somethign my subconscious grasped that I have not or not fully where it tells me to be on my gard… "Things are not what they seem" goes the message, sort of thing. Or "soemthign s gong on that concerns you greatly and that you are not aware of/did not see/is done in your absence". Time will tell I guess. Nine years apart for the forst two dreams is a loooong time!!  "OB" (nevilemo…@yahoo.com) writes: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> The first dream you describe here is oddly similar to something that > happened to me in real life. I may have mentioned it here sometime, > can’t remember. > I was in S_, on one of my visits. I had booked into a cheap guesthouse > on the Plaza Mayor. My room was pretty basic, but adequate. The toilet > was shared with the rest of that floor. I went to bed pretty early and > pretty sober. > Next morning I woke up, gathered up my toiletries and stumbled out to > the washroom, passing on the way some small, shifty-looking guy in the > corridor who seemed to be hanging around aimlessly. I was dying for a > pee. I opened the washroom door cautiously and looked in. The walls > were smeared with shit. There was shit on the floor. I can’t remember > if there was shit anywhere else, but it was pretty nauseating. > I wondered for a moment if I should just march out in disgust, but I > seemed to remember

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Had an odd dream. What is odd about it is that I dreamt soemthign on the same theme nine years ago. In the forst dream,. almost a decade ago, a friend dropped in to visit. I opened the door and was surprised t see him there, if happy to see him. He walked in, and after a few minutes I excused myself t go to the washroom wehre in the dream, taking the corridor of that house  used to live in to go to the washroom, I saw that the dogs had apparently lived there for years witout ever goig outdoors: that is, in the dream, teh corridor was completely plastered with dog poop of 2-3 inch think where you coudl not see the floor. I wodnered in the dream hwo that codl ever be possible, and howcome this happened suddenly, and just when I ahd a visitor…. In the meantime, in the dream, my son had walked in from uni, and wondering who that stranger was in the kitchen, I came out of the corridor after washign my hand from the irty mess I was tryign to clean. I remember introdcing them both, and in the dream, *I* had also to shake hands wit my visitor and was hesitant given that I knew what a mess I was cleaning up. I then explained to my son what had happened, and had he noticed anythign odd in the corridor before he left? The guest then had opened the door to the corridor and I could see on his face this jdgement and this not believing a word I was sayign about "I dunnow ehre it comes from, was not there an hour ago! Course it has to appear when a visitor drops in…". I ten ahd left again to clean the mess and my dream ended, just that suddenly. This time, afer I have not dreamt of that friend save that one time nine years ago, I dream again. I live in another house, rather a flat. It is as if t was here at the begining of the dream,. then some other hosue for a simple reason. In this dream I had last night, he walks in,again a surprise, unanounced. I am again glad to see him if nt expectgn im and not feelign well and not at the ebst time to ahve anyone voer and make ther visit as pleasant as I wished. But Iin good faith I vrush the od timng off and we chit chat a few minutes. A few minutes pass and it is nearing supper time so I excuse myself to go wash my hands in the washroom. Then someone else arrived, like in the forstd ream. But in ths one, it was my brother in law L. I think that is great tming, as while they both talk in the living, Ic an just get supper ready. So after iopengn to my b-i-l, I go wash my hands to prepare supper…But a I walk in the washroom, I see someoen walked in there and seems to have taken my clothes, and various things like runnign shoes, or whatever thing one could find of mine and just threw them all over the floor. In the dream, the place suddenly was not my house, cause my house has a small washroom too small for the emss there was n the dream, sort of thing, A huge room of maybe 15 x 15 for a washroom, where clothes are everywhere, some wet in the tub, some throw after havign been dipped in the tup on the floor, and some actually even in the toilet bowl. I looked in teh toilet bowl and there were two running shoes and two par of jeans half shoved in the toilet… I wodnered hwo to clean that mess, but worse, knew that it could only be my visitor that ahd done that. It just made me think he had to not be too baanced to ahve done such a thing…As I try and remove the jeans that are half in the toilet, they show full of dirt and mud, where those jeans yet were clean before sopmeoen got them muddy and then throan n the toilet!I need to pee in the dream, so I pull the jeans out and the runnign soes out, wash my ahnds and go pee…I then listen to my visitor-friend talking wit my b-ui-l. He sounds the pertfect gentleman. Perfect conversationalist. Semthgn is slightly off in that eh talks as if he is the one hostign the b-i-l while he is the visitor and not family, sort of thing….I just hope they can keep chit chatting long enough for me to clean the emss in the washroom,and I yet clench my teeth knowing it has t be my visitor that did this mess where he certainly can guess what a mess I found in the washrooma nd that I will be busy a while fr sure tryign to clean it up. Of course Ic an not hand wash the jeans and blankets and all the clothes and shoes that were thrown in water then on the floor…Ipck it all up, just rinse it "fr now" in teh tub, ring it all by hand, then put it in a pile in the tub, thinkng of gettign plastic bags later to put them in nd get them to the laundry room… Jst as I am tryg to fast sort out this mess, I ghear my cvsitor talkign with my broher in law and declarng, on the tone of one sayong "Now watch this!", where yet he says "I so love her…hehehe.Check this out" and here he knocks on the washroom door. On one hand I sense he does it to try and put me on the spot with the emss in there and wish I coudl just pretnd nothgn ever happened then. On the oter, I know he has to know, he done it, and I am annoyed all right. But then I think that it makes no sense he woudl ahve dne that, whatever else coudl ahve done it all??? After sayign "watch this" he knocks on the washroom door, and says through the door: -Oh hney, we need *a green pepper, green onion and a tomatoe here!!" I figure he is just tryign to press my button, and after being lost as to what odd behavior he had, I just said "Be there in a sec! One green pepper, green onon and a tomatoe. Okay. Gmme a minute, I’ll bring that to you". And he goes back talkign to my b-i-l as if he was my long time hbby or soemthing….Talking things like :she always des this" or like one inventing habits he would know em to ave where in fact he does not know me at all! (Penfriend, not real life friend).  then manahe to put all the clothes in green bags, and put them in a huge hamper in the drem where it does not show. I prefer to make it loo lik HE dreamt and it never happened, cause I know he wants a reaction and I don’t wanna give him that pleasure. Too silly it all is. So I head for the kitchen thnking of th face he will make to see me actually bringing a green pepper and green onions and a tomatoe to them in the living, as in "thought I was busy clewaning some mess that never was done, friend???", hah. But as I walk in the kitchen, another large room in the deam, large kitchen of maybe 20×20, …it is the same! Clothes and objects everywhere, spread on the floor and all over the table the chairs, the pantries and cupboads, as if someoen did a lot of work to cover all surfaces with all sort of clthes and objects like whatever one has on their dresser (mirror, brush, that sort of objects). I stand there, stunned at hwo this could have been done while my b-i-l is there…And I hear my visitor still talk like he was Mr Converdsationalist, perfect conversationalist, where my b-i-l racts like oen convnced he and I must be an item since long for him to seem to know supposed habits of mine that even he, my b-i-l of couse coudl not know of me sine the are invented on the spot by the visitor who seems to for some reason I do not get try and make things look other than they are, both in conversation and actions…. Then in my dream, I think "Woah…Wait a minute. This is sommuch like my dream of years ago, is it not? With the dog pooh in he corridor and kisddo walking in where it ends up I never talk with this guy: he always talks to anyoen else that happesn to walk in and I am always sent to take care of soem mess… I then woke up to that thought, and remembered the other dream and thought that indeed, they were quite the same. save that this time my dream last along to rteveal something: it was him who planted the mess on me in the first dreasm too, betcha! L:) Th tow dreams have this in common: his not knowign me at al and actign as if he did, in the first not believing my wors that the emss was not there a second before, whle he never had any reason on earth to justify doubting my word, say. His judgemental g;lance my way which he addressed to my son in the first dream was like in the second when he tries to share about hwo I supposedly always woudl be, while he just arived for a visit, and never had visited before, i my secnd dream either. Soem reality is made ter with a third party…. About me??? or does thatmena he is in poop over his head? I dunno… Once over 15 years ago and when I did not know this penpal yet, I ahd similar dreams where soemoen was tryign to make me believe that a cat was a dog, sort of thing, constantly trygn to pretend everyoen else knew so therefore I was not seign well….That series of dream was 29 nights ina row where after I started wirtign them down, I started seing a paetterna dn then told my then bfriend he ahd been cheating on me sicne 29 days….Stunned a how exact the nuber of days were, the then bfriend thought I already knew so he opted to react asking me "How the hell did you elarn that? You wre there at the store, where you not??". I had not one clue what store thing he wa talking about, but turns out he had met someone in a store went the story. Told him that nope, I just dreamt 29days ina row that he tried to amke me believe a cat was a dog, a dog was a cat, that everyoen in Canada had a ca they drove on the same side as in the UK, hat ice fishing was through a wood log floating on a lake in summer, that everyoen coudl and did have their drivers license at age 6, etc, etc. All this inventing stuff an pretending *realty other than it looked* then had given me the answer of what those 29 dreams were about. But this time the two similar dreams are nine eyars or so apart….I THINK it was in 96 when I had the first….about the dog poop in the corridor and that penfriend dropping in unanounced which was really weird in the dream… It is as if the dream was saying that someone knew of my place ""better than me"". I wodner thenif soemoen is spying on me or what, as in using power lenses or what….. OR that soemoen is tryign to make me think balck is white or vice … read more »

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The first dream you describe here is oddly similar to something that happened to me in real life. I may have mentioned it here sometime, can’t remember. I was in S_, on one of my visits. I had booked into a cheap guesthouse on the Plaza Mayor. My room was pretty basic, but adequate. The toilet was shared with the rest of that floor. I went to bed pretty early and pretty sober. Next morning I woke up, gathered up my toiletries and stumbled out to the washroom, passing on the way some small, shifty-looking guy in the corridor who seemed to be hanging around aimlessly. I was dying for a pee. I opened the washroom door cautiously and looked in. The walls were smeared with shit. There was shit on the floor. I can’t remember if there was shit anywhere else, but it was pretty nauseating. I wondered for a moment if I should just march out in disgust, but I seemed to remember there was no other washroom, at least not on that floor, and I was desperate for a pee, so I just locked the door gingerly, pulled down my flies and let rip. I can’t remember if I did anything else in there. Maybe I even dared to try and wash my hands, I dunno. Forget. Anyway, I felt a bit icky in there, but perhaps not as sick as some others would. I kept telling myself "hey, this is real life. I am not going to act like some cissy. Real life is full of shit – deal with it." Not in those exact words, it was more a kind of habitual unspoken stance. "What right have I to complain or make a fuss? This is how some folks live." That sort of thing. A bit like when you’re invited to someone’s house and they serve you some food you don’t like. "It’s rude to say no". When I opened the door and exited, that strange guy was hanging around right outside, watching me. As I got back inside my room, I heard him talking, in a kind of squeal, to the guesthouse owner, an old man. I couldn’t make out much of what he said, but it sounded to me as if he was accusing me of having left shit all over the place. This pissed me off (I immediately assumed Mr Shifty must have been the true shit-smearer), but I figured the best thing was just to say nothing unless asked. I hate fuss. When I got to paying, it was impossible to tell from the landlord’s manner whether he had believed the story or not. By then, I didn’t care too much one way or t’other. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Eleonore Beaudoin wrote: > Had an odd dream. What is odd about it is that I dreamt soemthign on the > same theme nine years ago. > In the forst dream,. almost a decade ago, a friend dropped in to visit. > I opened the door and was surprised t see him there, if happy to see him. > He walked in, and after a few minutes I excused myself t go to the > washroom wehre in the dream, taking the corridor of that house  used to > live in to go to the washroom, I saw that the dogs had apparently lived > there for years witout ever goig outdoors: that is, in the dream, teh > corridor was completely plastered with dog poop of 2-3 inch think where > you coudl not see the floor. I wodnered in the dream hwo that codl ever be > possible, and howcome this happened suddenly, and just when I ahd a > visitor…. > In the meantime, in the dream, my son had walked in from uni, and > wondering who that stranger was in the kitchen, I came out of the corridor > after washign my hand from the irty mess I was tryign to clean. > I remember introdcing them both, and in the dream, *I* had also to shake > hands wit my visitor and was hesitant given that I knew what a mess I was > cleaning up. I then explained to my son what had happened, and had he > noticed anythign odd in the corridor before he left? > The guest then had opened the door to the corridor and I could see on his > face this jdgement and this not believing a word I was sayign about "I > dunnow ehre it comes from, was not there an hour ago! Course it has to > appear when a visitor drops in…". I ten ahd left again to clean the mess > and my dream ended, just that suddenly. > This time, afer I have not dreamt of that friend save that one time nine > years ago, I dream again. I live in another house, rather a flat. It is as > if t was here at the begining of the dream,. then some other hosue for a > simple reason. > In this dream I had last night, he walks in,again a surprise, unanounced. > I am again glad to see him if nt expectgn im and not feelign well and not > at the ebst time to ahve anyone voer and make ther visit as pleasant as I > wished. But Iin good faith I vrush the od timng off and we chit chat a few > minutes. > A few minutes pass and it is nearing supper time so I excuse myself to go > wash my hands in the washroom. > Then someone else arrived, like in the forstd ream. But in ths one, it was > my brother in law L. I think that is great tming, as while they both talk > in the living, Ic an just get supper ready. > So after iopengn to my b-i-l, I go wash my hands to prepare supper…But a > I walk in the washroom, I see someoen walked in there and seems to have > taken my clothes, and various things like runnign shoes, or whatever thing > one could find of mine and just threw them all over the floor. In the > dream, the place suddenly was not my house, cause my house has a small > washroom too small for the emss there was n the dream, sort of thing, A > huge room of maybe 15 x 15 for a washroom, where clothes are everywhere, > some wet in the tub, some throw after havign been dipped in the tup on the > floor, and some actually even in the toilet bowl. I looked in teh toilet > bowl and there were two running shoes and two par of jeans half shoved in > the toilet… > I wodnered hwo to clean that mess, but worse, knew that it could only be > my visitor that ahd done that. It just made me think he had to not be too > baanced to ahve done such a thing…As I try and remove the jeans that are > half in the toilet, they show full of dirt and mud, where those jeans yet > were clean before sopmeoen got them muddy and then throan n the toilet!I > need to pee in the dream, so I pull the jeans out and the runnign soes > out, wash my ahnds and go pee…I then listen to my visitor-friend talking > wit my b-ui-l. He sounds the pertfect gentleman. Perfect conversationalist. > Semthgn is slightly off in that eh talks as if he is the one hostign the > b-i-l while he is the visitor and not family, sort of thing….I just hope > they can keep chit chatting long enough for me to clean the emss in the > washroom,and I yet clench my teeth knowing it has t be my visitor that did > this mess where he certainly can guess what a mess I found in the > washrooma nd that I will be busy a while fr sure tryign to clean it up. Of > course Ic an not hand wash the jeans and blankets and all the clothes and > shoes that were thrown in water then on the floor…Ipck it all up, just > rinse it "fr now" in teh tub, ring it all by hand, then put it in a pile > in the tub, thinkng of gettign plastic bags later to put them in nd get > them to the laundry room… > Jst as I am tryg to fast sort out this mess, I ghear my cvsitor talkign > with my broher in law and declarng, on the tone of one sayong "Now watch > this!", where yet he says "I so love her…hehehe.Check this out" and here > he knocks on the washroom door. On one hand I sense he does it to try and > put me on the spot with the emss in there and wish I coudl just pretnd > nothgn ever happened then. On the oter, I know he has to know, he done it, > and I am annoyed all right. But then I think that it makes no sense he > woudl ahve dne that, whatever else coudl ahve done it all??? > After sayign "watch this" he knocks on the washroom door, and says through > the door: > -Oh hney, we need *a green pepper, green onion and a tomatoe here!!" > I figure he is just tryign to press my button, and after being lost as to > what odd behavior he had, I just said "Be there in a sec! One green > pepper, green onon and a tomatoe. Okay. Gmme a minute, I’ll bring that to > you". > And he goes back talkign to my b-i-l as if he was my long time hbby or > soemthing….Talking things like :she always des this" or like one > inventing habits he would know em to ave where in fact he does not know me > at all! (Penfriend, not real life friend). >  then manahe to put all the clothes in green bags, and put them in a huge > hamper in the drem where it does not show. I prefer to make it loo lik HE > dreamt and it never happened, cause I know he wants a reaction and I don’t > wanna give him that pleasure. Too silly it all is. > So I head for the kitchen thnking of th face he will make to see me > actually bringing a green pepper and green onions and a tomatoe to them in > the living, as in "thought I was busy clewaning some mess that never was > done, friend???", hah. But as I walk in the kitchen, another large room in > the deam, large kitchen of maybe 20×20, …it is the same! Clothes and > objects everywhere, spread on the floor and all over the table the chairs, > the pantries and cupboads, as if someoen did a lot of work to cover all > surfaces with all sort of clthes and objects like whatever one has on > their dresser (mirror, brush, that sort of objects). > I stand there, stunned at hwo this could have been done while my b-i-l is > there…And I hear my visitor still talk like he was Mr > Converdsationalist, perfect conversationalist, where my b-i-l racts like > oen convnced he and I must be an item since long for him to seem to know > supposed habits of mine that even he, my b-i-l of couse coudl not know of > me sine the are invented on the spot by the visitor who seems to for some > reason I do not get try and make things look other than they are, both in > conversation and actions…. > Then in my dream, I think "Woah…Wait a minute. This is sommuch like my > dream of years ago, is it not? With the dog pooh in he corridor and kisddo > walking in where it ends up I never talk with this guy: he always talks to > anyoen else that happesn to walk in and I am

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