Spreading lies.

I had a WEIRD dream last night. It made me sad! Baaaaaaasically. I was at my Grandparents house, but it didn’t feel like I was there visiting them, (my Grandad was alive in this dream, I remember him, in the background, sitting in his favourite armchair – my Nan not present at all), it felt more… social, like I lived there or was used to always living there. All the focus seemed to be on the fact that Sam, of ALL people, was there, in the other armchair, talking to me. It’s weird because I’ve NEVER had a proper conversation with him, and that was reflected in the dream. He was acting like, well, how I’ve usually come across him, with his feet up, relaxing on a sofa. And although we were having a “conversation” it didn’t feel like he was much involved, which is pretty much all I know of him. But there was something different, because although he wasn’t involved, I was getting strong vibes that he was more interested in me that I cared for! Woops.

The dream shifts and I am in a different house. It’s a student house. I don’t recognise it (my subconcious totally maked this place up), but I know that it’s Tom’s student house. I’m downstairs sitting at a wooden kitchen table which is against the large staircase in the large hallway and there are lots of people around – Tom’s friends (but I don’t see faces – I just know). Tom isn’t around, he’s upstairs. Sam is there again, briefly, still giving off those “vibes” and he get s a bit “playful” and pinches my nose but I move away because I don’t like how “fresh” (love that phrase) he’s getting, plus I’m aware that his girlfriend (although she is his ex in my dream??) is present with her friends nearby and is watching. Sam leaves and I can overhear the conversation amongst them and they are making me the blame for them splitting up (though that isn’t true) and claim that he and I are cheating, when in fact it’s just jealousy. I try and defend myself but am outnumbered by a group of bitchy girls and resort to running away upstairs to find Tom as I am terrified they are going to spread lies about me. I find him standing at the top of the stairs looking startled. It’s more because he is confused about why I look so distraught, but there’s also an air of skepticism, as when I fall into his arms and bury my face into his chest and start to cry, he makes not attempt to put his arms around me, comfort me or ask what is wrong.

At this point, clearly freaking myself out, I wake up naturally.

The whole dream felt like it was watched through a filter that made everything feel dark. Quite fitting I think! It was not a nice dream! It made me feel really sad!