Dream #2

This one I had this morning.

I am in the livingroom of the house I grew up in. The room is set up differently, but it is the same house. I am sitting on the floor, cuddles up to Alex as he leans against the couch playing videogames. He is playing against a guy I went to middle school with but never really talked to. I excuse myself, saying I am going to go downstairs and check on things. In what was the spare bedroom I find a childhood friend (although it looked nothing like her) that, in my dream, had gained a lot of weight. She is there with her boyfriend. I am not sure in real life if she is even dating someone, but it was someone I did not know. 

I remember her having something of mine. She would not give it back. I thought she may have hidden it so I began to search the room for it. I could not tell you what the object was, but in the dream I very much wanted it back. I could not find it and wanted, in the dream, to become very aggressive with her in order to get it back. I was very angry and very wound up. She refused to surrender it and backed into the closet. I remember pushing past her and thinking, but not saying, that she had gained a lot of weight. 

I ran upstairs and told Alex. He virtually ignored me and would not come help me get it back. His game was too important. I returned downstairs and continued to try and get it back. I was bargaining with them and eventually we got into a verbal argument where they began making insulting comments towards me. I began crying and was furious that they would not surrender whatever it was I wanted back so badly. I returned back upstairs to tell Alex I needed help defending myself. He did not offer to come help and did not stop his game. He opened his arm towards me and invited me to come cuddle him. He held me, soothing me by rocking me and kissing me on the top of the bead. I buried my face in his side until I was calm. 

I returned downstairs to find the friend and her boyfriend holding my sister's flute. Sam never played the flute in real life but apparently owned one in the dream. They wanted to trade the flute for what I wanted back. After arguing with them about whether or not Sam already gave them the OK for this trade, I eventually agreed....only to discover that whatever it was they had and I wanted they had broken. I had to settle with some children's game that was covered in dirt and missing pieces. As I sifted through the game I remember suddenly it was like I was watching a commercial. My entire view in the dream was a commercial for a children's game with 9 kids standing in a 3 x 3 grid, singing a song and jumping up or squatting down in a variety of patterns that coincided with the jingle they sang. 

Then I wore up to find Morris cuddled up next to my side, something I had forgotten about but realized when I woke up to my alarm before I had the dream.