Yesterday my mom turned 55 years old. Both of my parents are officially senior citizens. My dad is nearing his sixties...I never imagined him to be in his sixties. I don't mean that as in I would never imagine him living that long, I mean as in being a person in his sixties, I can't imagine it. But he's still doing good...for some of the part.
My dreams -scratch that- my mind is fucking with me now. I was about to have sex in my dream...it was one thrust of penetration and pleasure followed immediately by upsetting conversation that interrupted the sex completely. Fucking annoying!! Despite that frustration, I slept well and had a whole jumble of dreams. One included hanging out with my cousin and his girlfriend, both of whom I saw last night. We were possibly going to an event [similar to when we went to the Science Center] and we were trying to figure out car rides and such. I dreamt of my ever so packed closet and I had new shirts that were really pretty that I was excited about. A dream occurred about a blog of someone I know, but it was changed and visually amazing yet simple. It was such a colorful and vivid blog/dream.
Another dream involved me staying at some place in another town. It was like a school campus but people lived there and there were hoards of stuff literally everywhere. I was staying in a woman's home while she was temporarily away. She was a hoarder, the place was piled with stuff. It was not a creepy or trashy hoard of stuff, but of really nice, new, and clean stuff. There were several rooms that were nearly all connected, a lot of obstacles and even much open space if you pretended none of the stuff was there. There had to have been a very unnecessary number of couches arranged in very random fashion. I remember being out and about in this campus place and I had my own motorcycle but it was more like a quad or a combination of the two. I rode it around a lot. One day there were a lot of kids around with their own mini pastel colored quads. I was riding mine but not with them, just near them. I left my vehicle for a very short time for some odd emergency and it was stolen. Stolen in such a snap of time that I was furious. I can't remember if I found the thief. There were a lot of other weird things that occurred while I was there. Odd people and a lot of random rooms. I think my dad was even there at one point. The last thing I remember about this dream while I was in the woman's house, I was looking in a mirror while I was naked. That alone is interesting, I've only had a very small number of dreams of seeing myself in the mirror and I don't think I was ever naked before. Anyways, my body was deformed. My skin seemed really pale, almost like an old lady. My breasts were saggy and flat like pancakes and completely uneven. My stomach was bigger and sagged down low. My body was frail and deforming due to lack of physical activity [at least that's what went through my mind]. It also seemed to be morphing into an old lady's body. After I saw that I started to walk around the house and do some exercises for my arms and pectoralis muscles. I believe I woke up shortly after that, completely creeped out by the image of my naked body. I will say this aspect of the dream does stem from real concerns, but obviously not to such that extreme. Simply I am concerned with my health lately for a few reasons but one being that since I'm always sleeping and sitting around and not working nor going to school I don't engage in any physical activity. That bothers me and that's something that drastically needs to change. I'd assume with my decrease in appetite I should have lost some weight, but the lack of physical activity falsifies that assumption. Now that I'm not really sick anymore I can jump on that train...or the exercise bicycle, heh.
To dream of your own reflection in the mirror, suggests that you are pondering thoughts about your inner self. The reflection in the mirror is how you perceive yourself or how you want others to see you. You may be contemplating on strengthening and changing aspects of your character.
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I had a dream about a fast and furious fling I was involved in about 6 years ago. Just like the micro-relationship, I was left with lip-biting images that made my heart ache a little. Why is it that the most thrilling times can so easily tilt into the most painful?
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