Thrown out before at Christmas

Date: 12/2/2019

I was a rich and whiny American student who’s boyfriend was boring and depressed. (At least twenty year younger than I am now and never the same person. I’m English and mostly skint. This girl was not any thing recognisably like me. She had a different face from what I could tell and different coloured hair. She was pretty in a Missy Piggy kind of way. I caught glimpses of myself as her from an above situ prospective but mostly I was her in body. I would never have chosen such a bland and joyless boyfriend, no matter how classically handsome he was. I always went for character that usually got me in trouble, but that another story.) I/she wanted to leave him and go and study in Europe but I was living with his family in a posh wooden villa type house with a large central staircase like as in some 1950’s B&W movie. I phoned a friend and she came round on Christmas Eve morning. She was helping me plan exit from the family house as it appeared I had no family I could turn to for help. We were packing clothes and working out traveling arrangements. I didn’t know who or when I was going to leave as I wanted to cause as little distress as possible. The boys mother had caught on and was being an absolute cow. She was one of those women who just couldn’t think any other way than her own and her family immediate needs. She didn’t think of her sons health in the long term only seeking to keep the I/girl in the house with guilt trips and emotional blackmail. I was worried about her malicious wrath and what she might do or say. The things I was packing in my suitcase needed washing or otherwise not of admirable value. They were just practical things that could easily be replaced. I had all these strange thoughts in my head about the boyfriend and his family and they all seemed very troublesome even though they were quite tedious. The family kept coming into the room checking up on me and I had to stop what I was doing and pretend I was just tidying. Then a lady I support in real life can in from a bedroom without knocking. She walked straight to my cupboard and took out a few sheets of paper without asking. It was at this time I realised I was dreaming as the lady didn’t belong in the dream. I told the lady off for being rude which surprised the family as they expected me to let her bad manners go. I argued that the Lady knew she was in the wrong not respecting boundaries and taking without asking. I was thinking that in real life the art supplies are for everyones use and needed to be shared evenly. The Lady started to cry which she does in real life when she thinks it will work to her cause. I wasn’t fooled thought and told her dinner would soon be ready and she stopped her nonsense. The mother came in the room and said, “speaking of dinner, as you are obviously planning to leave maybe you could save us all some more distress and awkwardness, if you leave before we start.” She said it in a really mean way as if she wanted to hurt me at Christmas time. The mother brought the father into the room and he said “you should of told us earlier that my son was unhappy and unwell. We may have been able to do something about it.” I didn’t need to be told by a male figure what to think or do, so was not impressed. If he was any kind of good father he would have known that his son was in a bad way. The mother started to put all my stuff into bin bags as if to humiliate me further. However I agreed it was a very good idea as I knew it was a dream anyways, also if I really was a whiny rich bitch I could afford to ditch my crap and buy new. The Christmas dinner was a dream fiction, so it would not be missed by me. I was not the girl I was dreaming of so none of her concerns or behaviours were mine. I woke up wondering what the relevance was, as it was hard to tell. I had gone to bed hoping for a dream to help me sort out and move on a few things in my life. Now I’ve written it all down I suppose it’s something to do with following my own convictions and not going along with outdated ideas of other people. 🤷🏻‍♀️