Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 1/2/2017
By Fitful
These three dreams are separated by paragraphs; I'm sorry if they appear too long by this organization. I was younger and I was still living with family. They were strict and conservative. In their religion, politics and sexual orientation and religion and government were all one thing. I was being discouraged from following my dream to change my hair color. Apparently hair color was a venerable tradition among our family, and by changing mine in any way I deviated from all those conservative structures they lived by. I think it was euphemism for sexual orientation myself, but it did seem to be connected to everything from politics to religion and definitely government. Anyway I had made an appointment with a government official to come by and change my hair color. I was so excited. My father kept changing the appointment on me, or making it disappear, or sending the official off before I could see her. I remember staring into a glass mirror and feeling so eager to have the change I used a bit of temporary spray to see what it would look like. It only convinced me more. I think I was trying to decide on color, but I used green temporary spray and it looked really good on me. My hair looked healthy. I was supposed to have midnight black hair mind you. This was the venerable tradition passed down to me personably. I don't think hair color was passed on by genes in this reality. I was living in an apartment complex and I saw a few thing for sale on a red shelf outside my door. One was a measuring cup, (it was also red) it professed to be an all in one you'll never need anything else device. I didn't have three dollars in cash however. I went to the front desk to ask how to pay and they said it must be cash. I left the building to find a friend to ask her to loan me three dollars since all my money was on my card, she gave me a card instead, a prepaid gift card of $60. I don't know if it was full or near empty but I felt bad, it wasn't my intention to take money. She was a rich friend too and I didn't like feeling indebted, or using her. I did think if I had intended to keep the money I borrowed I would have asked for it outright instead. I went back into the building and they took the card easily. I was annoyed because of the money thing so I went back to my room but the counselor there, apparently she was new, asked to see me. She wanted to welcome me personally and get to know me, hear about my problems and life story. I didn't really want to but I said I would be right back. I was in an apartment room, a very small studio, and there was a kind of war going on. I was expecting someone, an opposing war general of great renown (he looked a bit like David Bowie dressed in white), and I set up my apartment designed to impressed this individual, on the advice of someone I trusted. He came and was initially impressed by the clock I had bought, it wasn't working, but it was old and Gothic and pretty. When he was due back I had included a new clock which did work and was a tall standing clock, also my bed was on the floor and had a white coverlet. And my room was emptyish. I didn't have much stuff. It wasn't the apartment I have now. Anyway when he got there, even tho he liked me and loved everything, we started a war. The lay of my room became like a country and he was impressed with me and my ingenuity but still the war had to happen. It was like playing out a scene in history, we both knew who would win the war and who would prevail, what would be our losses (minimal) and why we fought but it was still necessary. It was almost a friendly war. I had help in the way of advisors from the beginning. I think I was a King.