Dreamt my mother was hosting a dinner for myself, my brother Eric A., and my two colleagues, Susan G. and Terri D. My mother had asked me to assist in the kitchen, even though I didn’t know what was doing. The first task was to heat something up in the microwave. So I took the dish out the back door to the guest house, because I knew the microwave in the main house was broken.
The guest house was small and a little cabin-like. It was one floor and seemed to have been a storage shed at one time. It didn’t have a furnace, but it was small enough that a space heater could keep it warm in the winter. It was a cozy little place with old furniture and plenty of windows, which I noticed someone had left open. Rain had come in during the storm the night before. So I placed the dish on the kitchen counter and closed all the windows.
When I went back to the kitchen, I noticed the microwave was gone. Confused, I walked back across the yard to the main house, only to discover that the back door was locked and I’d left my keys in the guest house. I went back across the lawn to get my keys and picked up the broom and the dust pan as well. Returning once again, I managed to drop the keys into the snow bank as the door swung open by itself. I bent over to retrieve my keys while trying to juggle the other three items in my other arm. I slept and fell into the snow, dropping everything.
At this point, I was done. I pushed my way through the bank door and curled up in a little ball on the shoe mat, throwing the shoes out of the way, and I began to cry.
I woke up crying.
Dreamt of standing between the front seats of a car in motion. The aisle between was wide like a bus, but it was clearly a car with only room for four: two in front, two in the back. As I turned to look out the front, my body suddenly became weak. I tried to move to my seat, but my legs gave out, then my arms, then I was paralyzed and fell backwards, weakly asking for help. The two people in the back and the woman driving totally ignored me.
I woke up in a sweat.
Dreamt that I was having an anxiety meltdown. Yuko-hime totally ignored me, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door. I followed her, calling her name and asking for help. But she kept walking.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone come out of our guest house. We didn’t have any guests there, so went over to see who it was. “Why were you in our house?” I asked. She ignored me and kept walking. I followed her and repeatedly asked, “Why were you in our house?” as she continued to ignore me and walk down the street. I got more and more upset until I was yelling the question, “WHY WERE YOU IN OUR HOUSE!?!?”
We arrived at the woman’s car when she finally turned to face me. “I’m sorry for bothering you, sir, I know you have far more important things to deal with than me.”
Something about the way she said it caught me. “Who do you think I am?”
“You’re Donald J. Trump.”
Her answer was so ridiculous that I laughed at her and walked back home, where I waited all alone for Yuko-hime to return. My anxiety built to the meltdown point again and I burst into tears as she stepped through the door. “Please help me!” I cried.
I woke up crying.
Dreamt Yuko-hime and I were visting a friend. This friend just so happened to be a doctor and just so happened to want to rent out her house. She spent some time showing us all the special amenities and features of her house, then offered it to us for what we thought was a very reasonable price. However, we already had a house, so weren’t interested, and told us so. The woman exploded at us and started yelling and swearing. “Who do you think you are?!!? You are *nobodies*!!! I’m a doctor! How dare you think you’re too good to rent my house!!!”
I woke up very confused.
Dreamt my mother and father were trying to patch things up and put their marriage back together. As a result, we all — both of them, myself, and both brothers — were staying in the Red House again. We were having a family bonding night by watching Striptease with Demi Moore. I questioned the choice of movie, but both parents were fine with it.
I was sitting at one end of the couch with my arm along the back while my father sat at the other. My mother came and sat between us and set her hot mug of tea on my hand. It burned, and I flinched, knocking the tea off the back of the couch, spilling it everywhere.
My mom got angry. Very angry. And started yelling at me for spilling her tea and making the mess. I was confused. It was an accident. And did she really expect for me to let the mug stay on my hand, burning it? But she was beyond reason and eventually I just got up and left as she swore at my retreating back and yelling about how I was no longer welcome in the house. Meanwwhile my father sat there, doing nothing, hoping everything would calm down on it’s own.
As I was packing up to leave, both of my brothers came down. Tim was crying. Apparently our mother was kicking them out, too. I took Tim — who was only about 8-years old — into my arms. “Don’t worry,” we’ll find a hotel room where we can all stay together.
I woke up very angry with my mother.
Dreamt that I was struck with a strong feeling of vertigo as I walked off the dance floor. I tried to use the door frame to steady myself but ended up falling over backwards, cracking my head against the floor. And I was paralyzed. I was stuck in a semi-fetal position with my arms out in front of me. I was in the changing room by myself and I could not move. I tried to call out, “Help,” but I couldn’t get the word out. I tried several times as the panic grew, but the best I could get was a mumbled slur. So I switched to, “Hospital,” but again, I mumbled and slurred. Finally, I tried to force out Yuko-hime’s name, “Yuko…”
I woke up crying Yuko-hime’s name.
Dreamt of crawling into my bed in in the Nara Hotel in Nara, Japan. I was deeply upset and anxious and wanted to hide. I curled into a tight little ball with my forehead against the wall and started to cry. After a moment, the feelings became overwhelming and I began beating my head against the wall.
I woke up crying.