Dreaming I was My Ex, and Somebody Killed Me

Date: 10/26/2016

In the first part of the dream I came in on the last episode of a season, like on TV. Only I was living it and the idea that it was just a TV show was sorta an adjacent random thought. But I was visiting with a family, my girlfriend/boyfriends family? I think girlfriend but I am unsure of that. The people in the dream are fadeing in my memory. They disproved of me, they could even have been my own family. In fact that feels more accurate, but the distinct feeling was I was outsider and threatening. We were arguing silently. I was relaxing with them and they were tolerating me, at home at their home which I paid the heat for, and there was a brother, three I think, the older more like an authority, and the middle closer to his age, and one younger than even me. All were adults. The girl I was with, had a sister I think. She didn't like me. Somehow suddenly this happened. I went to speak to the oldest brother and the middle one went off on me. He suddenly grabbed me and began killing me. He beat me, repeatedly, stuck his hand in my chest and pulled out my heart, somehow separated my head from my body only did it in energy, and then poured something inflammatory on me and burned my body. I felt this even as my perspective shifted to being out of my body and over his shoulders watching and wincing. The girl was horrified, the young brother stopped her from helping me. It was way too late and she could have gotten hurt if she had tried her middle brother was that crazed. They all quickly made plans to cover up the murder. Before this happened I had a bad feeling I ignored. Inside the dream I had been thinking that, bad things always happen to me at a certain point in my life, when I'm happy, like someone (spiritual authority) is thwarting my life, and that people get hurt around me because of that. I felt bad, was actually talking about it or thinking about it just recently before the middle brother attacked me. I don't think they liked me based on race. It wasn't color it was more like species. I mean lighting a body on fire was extreme, and I remember his reasoning. I was in his head as he did this. He did it to kill me, because he was afraid I would heal what he had done to me. The idea that I could heal was silly from a human perspective. I think i was something else, immortal, like a vampire only more me. And i know they were aware I would come back eventually. Years later. The measures they took were to prevent me from corrupting their sister now. I recall a high school distantly, perhaps that's where I met her. Kinda like if Twilight was lesbian and staring me, only with an odd turn. And really really different. I remember being a good person. I was generous, smart, funny, thin and sporty, more like a warrior tho, like I was about to go kick ass hand to hand, I had curly brown hair. White pale skin with freckles . I think i wore leathers, like ranger or scout would. I was a bit down on myself in that self pitying talk about bad things always happening to me, but I was happy generally. Usually. And the girl made me happy. After all that, they shuffled around, made a story, covered up thing, the second sister had actually just come by and saw the whole thing and was forced to lie. Everyone was horrified. There was something noteworthy about the heat, they were afraid I wouldn't pay for it anymore, and they would freeze, and stopped using it immediately, as if they police could see it active after i was dead and suspect they had killed me. Before this scene I had been lounging on a couch with my girl, and we had been playing video games. _________________________________________ The second part of the dream was a different me. I was black. In fact i was my ex girlfriend, (the real life one) and I had her face and I had her body and mine kinda rolled together. I felt kinda free, from my own body insecurities, but disturbed when I looked in the mirror. I miss her you see, and a small part of me is very angry. But mostly I was just weird, and thrilling and disturbing as any action with her would be. I went to a thrift store, in this dream I had been to it a hundred times (it's not a real thrift store) the owner was even familiar with me. This time I went as the different me, I was still me, but dressed in my ex's body. I was wearing purple, short skirt, crop top, and there was a purple 3inch width line across my eyes. My hair was a bob straight and perfect. I looked like a girl going to a club. But not like me. I looked... Yeah. I would never dress like that. My body is heavy, and could never pull that off. Even in the dream I was heavy. I remember seeing my belly, it was oddly the color of her skin, and flatter on me but still my belly not hers. Usually at this thrift store I went a certain way. But this time instead I was after board games. I was taking them back somewhere to entertain a kid who wasn't really happy to be with me. On the way to the thrift store I had randomly picked up two dirty shirts off the street, one white and one black. I carried them with me. When I went down the stairs I got about a third of the way down when I realized there weren't anymore stairs. But a lot of ladders were lying around, folded, leaning against the wall, behind the stairs underneath the stairs. I sorta awkwardly made it down. After me came this very little old lady, and I went to help her but she walked right past me, onto invisible stairs. They were literally unable to see, and I put a hand out ahead of her and felt them, so I know they were real. I didn't spend much time marveling. I quickly found the owner, a jolly round mad who smiled at me widely. I asked him to sell me something, and he looked at the shirts I held and said "Not those, for sure." kinda snobby. I had forgotten them and I set them down. I had taken a number as I came into the store and there were only two customers ready for check out, an older lady and me. He started taking care of her but talked to me. It soon became clear he was upset about arguing with his wife, or a woman who was his wife to be? She was in an abusive relationship with a man, he was upset and wanted her free. She was there actually, and kept trying to calm him. I hesitated slowly but eventually offered my advice. He allowed me. I ended up giving a speach, which drew in a crowd. I didn't know I could act or impersonate so well but in the dream I gave a few examples and they were spot on. Then I went into my advice. I explained that nothing anyone does is wrong, that they were both right. In any argument with any relationship both are right. It's perspective you see. She sees her actions as right, and you see yours as right. And the mystery man who is the abuser probably sees his actions as right. And they are all right from their perspective. Their beliefs create their own reality, and so they each one of them is right. You are a man who want to fix things and help this woman you love and protect her. She feels a certain way towards this abusive guy, as if he is more than just guilty, and the mysterious absentee abuser must feel on some level that what he is doing is right. I explained we are all broken you see, fractured into a thousand fragments of perspective and personality. The only way we can be happy is to become whole in ourselves then whole together as humanity. We as individuals are also shattered fragments. By beginning to see that no one person is right and and accepting the other's reality we incorporate the rest of ourselves. As I began the speak the round jolly man became thin, taller, wired and his personality changed. He was younger and had a quick, slight condescending personality. His wife was a middle aged brown haired woman. She loved him and was pretty.