Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/3/2023
By Alex_7298
I’m Thailand or a similarly Asian place near the beach. I walk on the sand and watch the ocean. I think of big waves and I’m afraid. I then go towards the village, a dirty and crowded place full of street vendors and prostitutes taking men to their brothel rooms. A man locks eyes with me. His eyes are blue, his skin tan, he looks Mediterranean. In the dream I know him and know he’s a pimp or some sort of con artist. I walk past. I have a small backpack and carry a plastic tray full of trash. I set this one down by a trash can of some kind and start thinking “do I have my house key with me??”. I get a sense of dread and check the messy content of the bag to find not one but 2 keys (very weird —why did I take a copy?) and walk straight home along the sidewalk on the left side of a lively street. On the other sidewalk there are a couple Italian tourists talking about their business. When I get home, in this building, I immediately see the door is unlocked and slightly open. Inside my apt looks like my brother’s place. Everything looks exactly the way I left it in the morning… and yet something’s off. I walk around the place and ask “is anyone here?”. The bathroom’s lights won’t turn on and that IS weird. I’m afraid. Then I smell it and see it: lying on the couch, entirely covered by blankets and a blue sleeping bag there’s a hobo. In French I tell him “sortez d’ici ! Out! Out!” And I hit him with the black shoulder bag I’m carrying now.1 The man wakes up and looks non violent. My voice breaks when I ask “did you take anything?”. I know it’s a stupid question and I don’t expect him to be honest, yet I must try. He says yes and shows me the whiteout he’s taken somewhere. I think it’s so weird he stole that. I start crying and I crouch down “please, I don’t have much money, please don’t take anything from me, i need it”. The man stands up and walks toward the door, is calm but doesn’t seem touched by my prayer. I think I’ll have ti change the door lock now and can’t wait to see if my jewels are still there where I hide them. Meanwhile I take mental photos of the hobo so that I can report him to the police in case something is missing. He’s got white hair and a crooked nose.