Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/25/2016
By Fitful
I was traveling, a lot. I was traveling between worlds, I had friends/family who went with me. We tried to impress these other cultures but they were smarter. There were trees and meditation,, little personal Christmas trees, which you meditated into as part of their culture. We did so on their home world, on this massive playground. I managed to meditate successfully but then I notices the trees roots were being strangled. The entire play ground was paved over and the roots could barely find room to grow, the kept making visible tunnels. I felt rejected, again and again by this other culture and even my friend and family. It was like I was in the way, and they kept sending me back home without them, on an airplane, even as I had to come back a half an hour later. I had to carry all the luggage back and forth too. I felt upset, rejected, unwanted. Like a child, dismissed. I was at the airport, this is a different dream. I ran into my ex in a cute geeky store there. This airport was gorgeous and full of amazing wonderful stores. This one was perfect for us both if a little pricey. We connected well, and agreed to meet again the next time she flew in. She basically was picking up and dropping her child off at the airport I found out the next time when I met her again and i met her child. I found out she had given her child to my Nana to raise. I think I felt this child was a girl, and I was massively upset over her decision. I told her it wasn't a good idea, that Nana was deranged, not all there anymore, utterly crazy, and old, too old to be raising a child. I was scared for the child, my Nana instilled fear in me, of her sanity really. My ex told me the last time she saw my Nana she seems perfectly safe and lucid. She didn't believe me. We sat in this amazing store, the child ate candy or ice cream which wouldn't melt, and she was a this cute little bundle. But she aged as we talked, from crawling to walking and talking easily. I tried to convince my ex, she wouldn't listen to me. I painted her nails with this amazing, and expensive, silver Polish, which was tricky to apply. When it was done it gave the appearance of a mirror. It's amazing how this one single shop in the airport was perfect for her and me. I mean everything we ever liked or went shopping for, bought or wanted or found cute or geeky was sold there. It was like a personal shop for her and me. Maybe a shop of memories instead? While I told her about my Nana I had flash backs, or forward or present maybe, of Nana caring for her child. It was creepy. Someone about wetting her pink pants, my Nana exclaimed this line in an over excited voice. And not the child wetting the pants it was Nana, I had a flash of her in these velvet pink pants with a wet crotch in the middle of a mall, her looking freakishly happy about it. It was creepy and made me again doubt her sanity. I again felt rejected in this dream by my ex's refusal to listen to me, however it was normal for our interaction. We were broken up, she didn't have to listen to me, and she often dismissed me and my opinions as exaggerated when we were together anyway. I did worry however at the very least what happened when the child was a baby and Nana died, just keeled over one day? She was too little to call 991 or even understand anything. I had a vision of this happening even as I worried about it.