Threatened by Indian Chief and later I was shitting my pants

Date: 10/3/2017

My husband saw our van and located more damage as he had been doing off and on all day. I was like, fuck it, who cares, it’s a van, so who cares what it looks like, and we laughed knowing vans are not cool. He agreed, saying yeah, I don’t drive it so why do I care. I then got a little offended knowing I was driving the piece of shit van and it was intended as a ‘we’ statement. In rl he is about to buy an infinity G47, so I guess I’m a little jealous. A cop was sure her parolee had seen the headlines of a crime she was thought to have committed. It was something like arson. She was sure the parolee was going to skip town since it had flashed up on her tablet screen the parolee had seen it. I thought how much technology had improved with the tablet being used by the police nowadays. We were in a diner and there was a confrontation between myself and a women or two. The cop lady was no longer there. Some Indian Chief stepped up and had a knife. The Chief was verbally threatening and even held the knife over my head from behind like he was going to scalp me. He didn’t and I didn’t show any fear as he did that, as I have been trained not to do. He then held the knife over my son’s head and I asked him if this was him giving up, as in giving up in life, and he confirmed it was. I thought “fuck you” and had a look of distain on my face and walked out to put an immediate end to the drama. I thought about my son being inside but somehow I knew he would be safe. But still, I thought, what kind of mother would leave her small child behind like that. My husband was in there with him as were others, but still! I’m ashamed to have dreamt that to be honest. I was sitting outside Julian’s house moping at that point,l. He came home and asked “why are you here?” I should have been offended, because he didn’t mean it in a nice way, but I wasn’t. I respond “because I want to.” He changed his tone quickly and laughed and said something I didn’t remember. I was sitting fairly directly in front of his front door straddling a bench and hunching over. He went inside and shut the door and I could hear the front door deadbolt latch. In fact, I think that detail repeated itself in my dream for emphasis. I thought to myself, what a pushover. He is tough, until confronted. I realize in rl, that’s his MO. He is a con, but part of his con is to become passive when confronted since he’s playing coy, however, what is not in his favor is that he has to maintain this facade at crucial times. This is a behavior that is much like his Aunt who helped raise him. His aunt, however has moments where she can’t control it and it comes out in an outburst, so I suppose this may be the case for Julian as he is left with no more options and he doesn’t get his way. In rl, he is trying to swindle the family from half of the family estate that is to be shared amongst siblings. He is only entitled to equal share of that house and even less. Now that I think about it, perhaps less. None of the houses were to be passed on to the nephews or nieces while any of the siblings were alive. His brother made payments and the house was given in the end to the brother for having paid equal over time to what the house had cost to be built. But as the aunties are pointing out now, he didn’t have to get a legitimate loan and it was considered rent all those years. Yet my husband’s brother was concerned it wasn’t going to passed on to Julian after he died. Realistically it’s now creating a mess and as he now suggests he is entitled to up to 50%, and is attempting to take advantage. This characteristic, the brother knew of his son before he passed and was aware his son was steeling from him. He was taking all his money monthly and even moved in with his wife and kids and invited another strange coupe to live there also. Back to the dream though. I merely document this as I sort out the meaning of the dream. Since in rl, I elbowed my husband in a rl meeting when he was trying to get the family partnership, as they called it, to agree to give him a large percent since his dad made payments. It didn’t work and I realize he will always know I made sure to expose him. Again, back to the dream. I met my husband nearby and Julian showed up for the meeting, so it then made sense to him why I had been waiting nearby back at his house. That wasn’t why I had been there and not even I know why, but I played it off. A tall man was there and we had just been talking about a tv show recently. And, so as to make conversation,I brought it up again but thought, how lame since it was so obvious we had nothing else to talk about. But this wasn’t actually a show when I experienced it for the first time, since the parole officer had been talking to me in the dream, as mentioned above, but yet somehow I later recalled it as a tv show when talking to the tall man. I suddenly became embarrassed when he said he hadn’t seen the part where the porous saw the article involving her crime so she may skip town. I realized I had given him a spoiler and said “oh no, ai gave you a spoiler, I’m so sorry!” Everyone at the meeting, including Crystal, laughed, and I was a tad bit humiliated. At that moment, I had to take my daughter to the outhouse to go potty. She was in the stall and she and I both had diarrhea. I was an adult and could handle it but my daughter had shit everywhere! I was shitting just outside and in my pants, so now that I think about it, I don’t think I was handling it, but in the dream, it wasn’t a problem for me. I told her to wipe again and she said, “oh no, there’s more!” She had a big chunk of shit smeared all over her hand. I decided to just take her home to clean her up. I apologized to everyone that I had to leave, but truth was, I was glad to get out of that uncomfortable meeting.