Strangeness

Date: 1/15/2017

Note: This moment in time of me writing this dream journal and all of the preceding events since I woke up this morning have a strong sense of dejavu. Dream: I was helping my grandmother (who has been deceased for almost 8 years in real life) clean out some clothing from a house. I have been to this house that my grandmother lives multiple times in the dream world and it is nothing like the house I visited during my childhood. She said I could keep some of the dresses but she had to make sure they didn't have a morse code message before I wore them. I questioned her if she showed my mother how to look for these things and she said no. I wanted to know if she had because I wondered if my months would have taught me. I left her house and went with my sister to look at her wedding venue. It was the same location, but looked different than in real life. She is getting married outdoors but in the dream we went to a church. It was strange because some rooms had very low ceilings that felt like a hard memory foam and would keep your handprint when you pushed in them. I was worried about tall people hitting their heads and leaving headprints. The rooms were mostly empty, but this one room had a table with a book sleeve and a knife. In my dream I remember forcing myself not to read into the items. I went home and slept in my dream. I awoke and my mother was coming to pick up my son because he wanted to stay the night. I was telling her I was going to go there also because I wanted to see my grandmother and I only get to see her once a year. My mother started getting uncomfortable and making excuses why I couldn't go. I walked out to her car and saw a bunch of presents and wrapping paper. They were Christmas colored, but Christmas had already passed. I kept questioning her about the presents and she wouldn't give me a straight answer. I went to the back of the vehicle and opened it. There were many people inside I didn't know. I continued questioning them and refused to let them leave. They wouldn't answer and started eating pizza. I took the keys to the vehicle and they decided to get out of the car. They went into the house but the house had transformed into another house and my dad and his golfing buddies were outside giving away prizes like volleyball. I gave this whole speech to the people about how I have been suffering from the feeling I am a victim of gaslightihg and how this has caused me to suffer for the past four years and how I went from graduating college with honors to dealing with therapists and being unable to work for long periods of time. I still didn't get them to answer.