Date: 2/28/2019
By wahblamy
The first part that I remember is sitting at a pottery wheel making bowls. I made one large bowl and then another bowl similar but not the same. They were the perfect cereal sized bowls. The whole process was in my dream, building up the clay, cutting it off of the base, letting it dry, scraping it smooth. When I got to the sandpaper part I remember I couldn't find any so I used a tough piece of cloth. Then I glazed it and everything. Then flash forward and my things are done and Sarah and her friend are in the living room, I bring out my pieces to show them but now they are glass cups. I'm very eager to show them. The next part I am on a staircase talking to Mark Lewis (ex) and it's kind of a subtle argument, then I make a phone to one of these "fuck boys" from a photo because I went to school with one of them. I'm asking him if he likes me etc, it feels like Tinder. Then Mark is trying to get my attention, like I'm in denial of my emotions and he's trying to get me to look at them. I start going down the stairs and to the outside door and I tell him I have to look after the animals. At the top of the outside stairs I look down into the yard and it feels like a farm, there are a mixture of animals. Baby pigs, a donkey, cats, dogs, more stuff. I go down the stairs and Mark is following me. When I get to the bottom of the stairs I notice a large bee in the grass on the ground and in my bare feet I know to avoid it. I start walking through a massive barn where members of his family group are talking in threes and fours while tending horses. I'm walking quite fast at this point trying to avoid my problems. He is trying to be intimate with me. At one point I go behind a wall where less people would be able to see us and we kiss really briefly but then I see some men loading a truck so I get embarrassed. I feel really fat, like people would make fun of me for kissing or being intimate in public but I know it's more than that. Then everything turns a little crazy for a while, like the barn turns into a bunker and we're planning stuff. Then I'm talking to these two women and we're eating...they leave and Colin Farrel comes into the room (I feel a bit like a leader) and he whispers in my ear not to become too attached to the ladies. I'm confused and then they come back along with one more woman and we're all sitting together and it turns out they're dead. I touch one of their arms and it goes through about 50%! I remember my grandma being behind me, maybe comforting me about death. The few dreams before waking up were all about pottery spinning and the process of making clay. The end.