Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 3/21/2020
By amandalyle
I was, somehow, in control of the narrative of my dream. There was this huge dolls house in a model village that I had built and decorated and, in it, was a miniature Costa coffee(?!) A newlywed couple lived in one of the rooms. A guy called Phillip (who I used to go to secondary school with) and his wife. They had a baby and his wife was unable to cope. The baby just cried and cried. Overwhelmed, she ran away and no one knew where she was or what had happened to her. The police were heavily suspicious of Phil. They had every right to be. As it turned out, he had made 3 calls to the police (but didn’t leave an answer messages) and then he blew his brains out with a rifle he kept stashed under his bed. Everyone thought he must have killed his wife, too. I guess the guilt ate him up. The whole village was outraged. Next scene; I had woken up at work... hungover as shit. I couldn’t remember if I had slept in one of the beds or woken up on the floor? I was disoriented and was unsure if I was meant to be working. Apparently, I wasn’t. I could hear a new service user in the house, who was screaming unbearably and sounded completely demented. I felt really fearful and wanted to get out of the house as quickly as I possibly could. “I can’t cope with this shit!” I thought, bolting out of the door. Next scene; The puppy I am currently puppy sitting for had one of his claws stuck into the sole of my foot. It really hurt and I was screaming, but I couldn’t get it out of my foot. I could hear my husband’s footsteps up the stairs, but he never came to my rescue.