My mom and dad told us it was time for us to move into an apartment. On the other side of town. I said, "We're not selling our house, surely." They said they could if they wanted to, kind of snappy and irritated. But I got the feeling they would not. But it was a feeling of worry.
So we went and looked at the apartment. It was already furnished. It was in a complex that I had looked at with my boyfriend last year (which felt quite real in the dream, but was completely not a real occurrence). Anyway, I had seen it before... it must have been in another dream that I don't actually remember when I'm awake. I've started to suspect there are dreams I remember from before when I was asleep and not awake. Like how sometimes things happen when someone is drunk, and they only remember it when again drunk. But I haven't proven this yet, I'm just starting to suspect it. Anyway. It was huge, the apartment. It was like my mom and dad wanted us to live there simply because it was nicer than our home, despite being an apartment. It was in the shape of a giant triangle. The front door opened onto the front room, which was basically triangular with two hallways leading out of it, and a kitchen area taking up the right side. The first room on the right was my mom and dad's room, very nice. I didn't bother to look at it closely, for fear of parent-master-bedroom envy. Always good to avoid. The next room was beautiful, had a huge bathroom. I knew Bree would take it. It seemed good since it was so close to the parents, she would need that. I didn't look at it long either, trying to avoid the envy. So I went to continue looking. I crossed a room between the two hallways, it was a beautiful living space. I reached the left hallway and found Lee's bedroom. Right about here I started to get a nervous feeling; I had not known about the apartment, and my sisters had chosen their bedrooms without me even having a chance to weigh in on what I wanted. Lee's room had a lot of space, was simple as she liked, and no bathroom... something I just now remembered in waking that she actually told me she preferred (for real). I didn't remember that consciously in the dream.
The next room had two doors, big windows, and a blue floor; it was also huge. I entered the second and looked back up the length of it. My mom had turned it into an exercise room. For both of us. Kind of unexpected but also really cool (something I would not feel in real life, as I kind of hate exercise rooms in homes; sure way to have a room that is both never used, and smelly, all at the same time).
Anyway, next was another bedroom. And I realized I could live with never being given the same chance as my sisters to pick the room before they were all picked, because I loved this one. It was also large (not as big as Lee's) and had a sort of window bench that had it's own small alcove and would be quite private. Then it had a little alcove with a guest bed. Then it had a bathroom attached. Then it had another two rooms attached to the back. I loved it.
And then found out, oh by the way, Bree actually wanted this one. Since it was better than the one up front.
And the tension continued through the whole dream. Just this huge helpless feeling. I remember trying to put forth the proposition that no room placement should be official yet, that I should at least have the chance to scout out the entire apartment, decide what I want, and we should all do that. Maybe it would work out. But if not, we should draw straws. My mom looked at me like I was crazy. Like how silly of me to think I'd get something Bree wanted. And I knew it was unlikely. I tried to find the good in the other bedroom. It had an enormous private hot tub in the bathroom. But then I looked in the room I had settled on (which had been done already trying to not feel envious at my last come last serve position), and it's bathroom had a tub, a hot tub, and a shower. More than mine. And 'mine' was right next to mom and dad, something I didn't want. They would hear me if I tried to dance, which would be mortifying. And it would irritate them and I'd never be able to do it.
I didn't even want the room just handed to me. I just wanted a fair draw-straws decision. I never expected to get it. I searched around the rest of the apartment. Hoping for another room I'd prefer so I wouldn't have any reason to acknowledge the preference for my sister (it hurt). But that was the last bedroom. There was a downstairs (at the back of the triangle, behind the second room between the stairs, and it was guilded and kind of spiraled a short ways) and I never had the chance to look down there before waking. But they told me it had no bedrooms, so it didn't. They were believable in this dream. I don't remember who 'they' were.
Anyway, there was just this hurtful tension in the entire dream, of knowing that I had been passed over, of knowing they wouldn't even go so far as to have a straw drawing to determine the outcome fairly, that Bree wanted it and so Bree was gonna get it. If she lost the straw drawing, she'd probably scream. And besides, it wasn't her fault they had told me about the apartment after the sisters already got to see it and pick their rooms. How could I even think to disappoint her by expecting a fair picking? I remember the rest of the dream trying to reason with them, trying to convince them to change it up, to make it at least fair, maybe her bedroom was only that room at the back. After all, there was a laundry machine in the 'guest bed' alcove (which was tiny at the front of the room, a short hallway) and so if that was the only laundry machine in the apartment, clearly it was meant to be a living room or something, not part of a bedroom. But no, they wanted to give her the entire three-bedroom two-alcove built in bathroom section as her room. It was like it's own small apartment. Better than the master bedroom even, by far.
Anyway, there was a bathroom near Lee's room. For her. Just not attached. Also had a hot tub. On the other side of the triangle, down the first hallway after 'my' bedroom, there was a room with a long triple size hot tub that you could almost do laps in. Almost. It was pretty amazing.
And I unfortunately never did see the downstairs. I didn't even see the rooms (I bet they existed) along the back hallway that connected the two original hallways.
The other part of my dream was my mom and I going to. I told them that the traffic on the highway we'd have to take now to get downtown would be even worse than from our house. But anyway. We did go to downtown, my mom and me, and got caught up in some senators and such entering the legislature. We were totally in Washington DC and Denver at the same time. It was mostly Denver though. Anyway, these senators were surrounded by crowds of us watching them, booing them. The senators had body guards and company each, and they were shouting back insults and shut up to all of us. I just watched.
Then they all went inside, and everyone dispersed. Except some people in red jackets. Like my mom. They were the more dedicated real activists, not the pawns. We went inside the building. It was also very worthwhile to describe, but I am getting bored. It was huge. Had multiple levels, but all open to each other. Balconies. Wide stairways. A huge two story Christmas tree off in the back. Three story actually is more accurate. There must have been sky lights or glass ceiling or something at the top. There was a round platform in the middle that people could talk from. One senator was doing so. It was an old tradition. They could get up there and give speeches. However the speeches were all in a lilting sort of rhyme. Not my style. But anyway, rhyming near-rapping senators are great. Then someone outside of the circle spoke, and I realized she must be a teacher, because she was introducing her student who was in the circle platform. Citizens could also speak from there. She said he worked hard on his speech.
He prayed for our country and our leaders. Mom whooped. I smiled while he prayed, but was embarrassed by mom's after-finished whoop of support. Then he never had a speech. That was it. Seemed the lady hadn't realized that, and wasn't thoroughly happy with him. Oh well.
Anyway, then all these people showed up and it turned into a flash mom of swing dancers dancing at the bottom level below us, us watching them from the balcony. Then they all laid down in rows and got something to put over themselves that looked like solar energy panels, and we all realized it was an elaborate advertisement for some power company, and the lady who had introduced the praying kid had been with them. Anyway, the kid had been sincere and she was irritated about it. But still she got her advertisement finished.
And that's that. When I woke up I was left with the sentiment of being helpless against my sister. And remembering it is better never to let her know what I want, or what I like, because she will inevitably use that against me. It was a very tense feeling to wake up with, and took some relaxing to get rid of.
That's the other weird thing. I don't know which dream came first or last, or if they interspersed with each other. They were distinct dreams, and I know the apartment one started it. And I thought the senator one ended it. But... I woke up with the apartment one I think. So I can't figure it out.
I do know that the downtown was one I have visited on two other dreams that I can think of. Like my mind is building a dream city that is consistent within different dreams, and I just visit a new spot and explore new places in it each time. I'm also getting an entire world like that. I will be curious to see if the city ever finds it's place in the world, but I suspect they are separate worlds. But I'm not sure about that. I have no idea where the world would be in relation to the city yet, if they are connected. I think they are not. But one never knows.
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