Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Seattle Suicide Cracks Break Back In

I was in Seattle for some reason and discovered Ian was still alive... he had faked his suicide.  But he was not in a good place - he was still very much of the same mindset that would have lead someone to take their own life.  It was natural for me to want to help him, save him, try to make things better.  But even in my dream I kept questioning the obligated feeling and my actions.  I should have been angry, but it wasn't in me and I have high doubt I'll ever feel angry about it in waking life.  But I did think a lot in dream about the implications of my actions.  I still felt so unsure I was doing the right thing considering I knew I didn't want to be in a relationship with him and I didn't want to cause him any more pain.

I pretty much insisted he come with me - I got a peek into his living space and he was sleeping on top of a kitchen table with some random mismatched cushions on top that was a makeshift bed.  He was to meet us (who I was with I don't recall) back at the hotel room - and then I'd take him home to AZ with me.
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Walked into my master bedroom and saw 3 very significant cracks down the back wall close together and looked related - the wall was also bubbled out in one huge bubble when I pushed it water gushed out the bottom near the baseboard and I felt the whole wall want to give way.

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Some co-workers and my sister were at my house - and we were talking to my neighbor though my kitchen window explaining how we can break into houses to do our work when necessary.  It was kind of a joke as we only broke into our own houses (why I don't know) - but we all had a laugh when we watched the neighbor walk through the house and close and lock his backroom window.  

Jen was looking to rent some large black newer model Dodge Ram truck and she wanted my keys to get something out of my car and for some reason I was really insistent that she not drive my car to get said truck and I remember either her or I walking towards the front door in jeans that were way too long - and was focused on them bunched up under/around the feet sweeping the floor during the walk to the car.

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