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Had a dream about running into my abuser in Hoboken last night

In the dream I was with D and very aware of looking very different from how I had. I saw him walking on the other side of the street and called out. He came over and at first I thought he didn’t recognize me, but then said “Maddy, it’s ok, you can start going to my gigs and shows again., but…” (which was weird I think he only ever called me Madeira or some insulting pet names, also he used that exact phrasing, also I think by his it referred to shows in that area, where I didn’t go for fear of running into him for a long time) and it was weirdly very polite and then I woke up before he could finish.

If I believed in prophetic dreams I’d think it meant he was finally goddamn dead.

Dream

A wall of bottles like shampoo in a grocery store. Many are pink and shaped like Johnson and Johnson bottles but the plastic is opaque. I thought about the meaning of this dream when I first woke but meaning and dream have been lost.

Something to do with the hero of they live, 80s mullet

Dream

Three dreams last night:
A car wash and garage near a lake.

The car wash brushes look softer than those I remember from visiting car washes as a child. I also recall there being a sort of spiky/serrated looking thing that “caught” the cars and pulled them forward through the wash

Discussed the leather “seats” (the lifts cars go up on in garages but they looked like seats) cars rested upon with the young mechanic A.V’s partner?

My parents were trapped in the car on one. Then we were also sort of in a nail salon/beauty salon and I was getting a manicure and pedicure at the same time (getting waited on hand and foot) also like in the first class of an air nz plane (chairs that become beds)

Then there was a handsome young criminal with an odd name beginning with A. We were in an old city and also in a sort of tree city/pirate ship, all ropes and platforms. Also facades like the buildings in soho in New York.

The man had long light brown or auburn hair, and features almost like Mick Jagger and also vaguely resembled a better looking version of A.V.’s partner. The phrase “but I’m still pretty" was used to describe himself, after a discussion of the difficulties surrounding him.

Then I was going to meet with the mafia because they had D and possibly my brother. I am made to give up several guns, but allowed to keep an air soft gun (really just a very low caliber pistol). I am in a formal garden, there is a folly and stone fountain which is not running, it is spring. I look in the magazine of the pistol, see gold cartridges, figure I can kill someone if I have to.

Then I am in prison iming via Skype on my phone explaining to my enemy (a member of the mafia?) that I cannot relax and watch Netflix in prison for my 6 week/month (which they calculate as twenty days) sentence because we do not have Netflix in prison in America.

Had really terrifying nightmare, was in my old room at my parent’s house, discussing which window we’d (me and husband) would jump from in case of emergency, because there is no fire exit. I said the one facing the swamp, he said the one facing the side yard, which had a strange fortified trench in it . Then we were outside looking at the house from the backyard, the back side of the roof was open like a doll’s house/and entire back wall was missing. We were discussing how we’d escape other rooms in case of emergency, I said the attic window. D said that’s terrifying. I said there’s an entire wall missing and like it’s fine. Then I was walking up the attic stairs and the blue ceramic Santa, a Christmas decoration from my childhood, was there (it was empty aside from this), which I recalled seeing in the basement earlier also in dream logic fashion it had grown to human size. I began to be afraid. I ran down the stairs running down one flight into a storage area where several more of the santas had appeared and finally to the safety of the ground floor but to my horror I realized it was not my parent’s house but a doll house with doll parents. Then there was an evil porcelain doll that I found in the book filled living room which then moved to my doll father’s room and killed him, then I woke up. Themes of gothic style familial decay, woke up so terrified I’m afraid to leave my bed, called husband (he’d forgotten his phone and my parents home phone to get someone to talk to me because I dread going downstairs alone. No one is home and the dogs will not stop barkng)