Betrayal

I am married to a British aristocrat. I was not part of his social circle and find the people I have to socialize with a little off putting. All the other women are having affairs. I meet a man who tries to seduce me, but I can’t cheat. I love my husband. I am swimming in a gorgeous pool, all marble and fancy statuary. My husband is waiting for me at the edge of the pool. I prop myself up on the edge of the pool and know I’ve made the right decision because of the way he looks at me. Then I find out that he’s had an affair. I flash back to meeting him. We are both dressed for Halloween and traveling on a train. On chance we have both dressed as Robin Hood characters. We stand facing each other, his large hunting dog between us, grinning. We find a private spot on the packed train, and talk the entire night. I am emotionally devastated. I go to some concert by myself and run into an old boyfriend in the parking lot. We talk until the place is almost empty then he tries to rape me. When my husband gets there, he seems unfazed, perhaps he thinks this is my way of covering up my own affair? I am filled with sorrow.

Notes:
So many of my dreams lately have been about love and betrayal.

Actors and Flying

I am on the set of a game show. There are 3 contestants, 2 of whom are actors from the show Numb3rs. I am curious about why they’re on this show when they have good jobs so I ask them. It’s almost as if they forgot about the show they work on. The woman mentions that she would like to see that night’s episode of Lost at one of the screenings (this apparently happens at movie theaters because of the popularity of the show). I’m not familiar with the town we’re in (none of us are), but I leave the taping to see if there’s a movie theater close by. I’m in a downtown area that’s seen better days but is trying to revitalize. There is an old movie theater, but it’s closed and there are some homeless men lying about. There is a dress shop with a sign advertising that they carry Zac Posen. It seems unlikely in this little town that there would be designer clothes. I go into the store and tell them about the actress who might need a dress tonight. They assure me that they’ll be open. I get in a car and drive down the freeway a bit. I see a large, modern shopping mall that seems to have a movie theater. I take the exit. My car is a tiny thing, like a Mini or maybe smaller. I can drive the car into the mall, there is a specially marked lane. I drive to the movie theater entrance and ask about the Lost screening. They are sold out for the early showing and are taking reservations for the 10pm showing. I get the phone number and tell the man that I will call him back if the actress decides to come.

I am with another woman, a new friend who is an actress (the dream seems related to the last one, but this is a different actress). We swap stories about an actor that we’ve both worked with, although my friend is shocked when I tell her how long ago it was that I last acted. We get into a small square of stiff material; it’s a sort of basket for some sort of hang glider thing. There are lots of them, and everyone is trying to lift off at the same time. Once we get going it’s quite delightful. We are moving along a road set in from a cliff. There are signs of camp sites along the road where some scouting group has been recently. I risk riding a thermal over the side of the cliff (it’s not terribly high); the river below is gorgeous and the feeling is amazing.

Love and Mountains

I am quite in love with one of the guys in my group of friends. He has recently acquired a girlfriend who lives in another town. She comes to visit. The group of us decide to haze her a little, doing one of the crazy things we do. We are hiding somewhere next to a wedding reception. We explain to the new girl that at the beginning of the reception we run from our hiding place, up to the food table and steal a grilled cheese sandwich (is this a normal wedding reception food in this place?). She seems game for it. Then we explain that we do it naked. She’s delighted and thinks it sounds like fun. We all wiggle out of our clothes and one at a time, make a break for the reception table. We meet up on a patio outside far from the wedding, giggling like children and eating our grilled cheese sandwiches. I am still sad. This new woman seems to be fitting in fine. I get on a space ship in search of a place I can go to heal my sorrow. In my ship the computer gives me a couple of alternatives, but I don’t have access to language files for the first two. I end up at the third planet. Not long after I land a woman comes by and tells me the best place to go to heal my sorrow. There’s a woman in France (the map looks similar to Earth but is still significantly different) who can help me. If I don’t find her, I should go to a tribe in the Sudanese Valley (someplace between our India and China) for help. I go into a store to buy a lipstick. There are a number of women deciding on a color and buying this same lipstick. They are all quite rude to each other and me. I buy a color that makes them all sneer at me. I glide it on, and it looks lovely.

I am with my mom and my Aunt N, driving. We go by what used to be a mine on the side of a mountain. I tell them about my fantasy to turn an old mine like this into condos, modern spaces cut into the side of a mountain where the rock can act like as an insulator. My mom says she could never live with cold rock floors and walls. My Aunt N thinks it’s a great idea. When we get to the house, we are all getting ready to go shopping. My dad and brother and Q are there. My mom looks really cute in capri pants and this neat little jacket. I only have two pairs of shorts and a few shirts to choose from. I look a bit sloppy. My hair is very long and blonde. When I put on one shirt that exposes a bit of my stomach I am shocked to find that I’m much thinner than I imagined. I end up in white shorts and the Betty Boop t-shirt I had in high school.

A New Love

I am in love. Crazily, madly, giddily in love. I am spending the weekend with my lover. I’ve had feelings for him for a long time, but we’ve only recently started dating. I have a terrible time packing to leave because I can’t stand the thought of leaving. I take a plane home. It lands with a thud, and I’m momentarily afraid that we’ve crashed. I go to my parents’ house where I’m meeting my brother for a weekend long party (our parents will not be there). When I get there the only person at the house is a guy I haven’t seen since high school. I didn’t know he’d be there. It’s not lunch yet, but he’s already been drinking and gets sick. We laugh about it. Two more people from high school show up as well as some of their dogs and some of my brother’s friends. We have fun trying to figure out where everyone is going to sleep. The next morning we laugh at one of my high school friends who slept on the couch – he can’t sleep late because the rest of us are already awake and chatting in the living room. There is a big discussion about dogs and cats. My brother asks me to call the man I’m in love with about something. No one knows about us yet. I go to the dining room where it’s quiet to make the phone call. I go back to the living room a couple of times to get my cell phone (for the number) and my notebook (to write down any information I might need). I’m stalling. I want to talk to him, but I’m terrified. I’m afraid the weekend with him was, well, a dream.

A Movable Maine

I am going with a friend to visit her new house, which she has bought sight unseen. It is on a small island off the coast of Maine although Maine seems to have relocated to the Pacific Northwest. We have to ride this strange boat that requires a strange move to go from one side to the other. The woman piloting the boat makes us practice before she’ll leave dock as she doesn’t want any of us to go overboard. We also have to cross a couple of foot bridges that dip underwater and also require special moves to cross safely. We finally get to her house. It’s very green (New England green, not Pacific Northwest green), but I wonder out loud about the weather in the winter. My friend will be quite isolated. She doesn’t care. There are a number of cats around the house, most of them feral. For some reason I think one of them is Manhattan, but when I get closer to it, it hisses at me and I realize it’s not him. There are also 3 or 4 Chihuahuas living in the house. They all look a bit odd. There are all sorts of clothes and such still there from the previous owners too. I also wonder about the bugs, of which I’ve seen many.

Bathrooms and Math

I’m in a public bathroom. I need to pee and to put toilet paper in my panties because I’m bleeding and have no tampon. The stalls aren’t very tall. I get into a stall and two men with someone in a wheelchair come in. The person in a wheelchair needs to go to the bathroom (is it a woman? is that why they’re in the women’s bathroom?). One of the men is looking over the stall wall and talking to me. He thinks my stall is big enough to practice basketball in. I’m burning with anger and humiliation.

I am talking to a woman about the show Numb3rs. She’s a mathematician but has never heard of the show. She’s fascinated by the prospect of a popular show revolving around math. Obviously she has no TV. I invite her over to watch the show. Our apartment (Michael and I are still married) is in NYC. It is quite small and cluttered. The woman comes over at 7, but I’ve forgotten that prime time in NY starts at 8. The TV is old, and we don’t have cable. I am turning the knob to change the channel, looking for the show when I realize that it’s still too early. All the channels have black and white reruns or movies on. We decide to chat until the show comes on.

Crabby Neighbors

I am walking the neighborhood with my son. I’m eating a Terry’s chocolate orange, and he is eating a chocolate raspberry. We come to a house where a woman is outside with her young child. We stop to talk. Her husband is a farmer, and I tell her about my husband’s family, the connections we have to farming. She seems nice at first, but it soon because obvious that she’s no longer interested in our company. Yet I can’t seem to stop talking or make myself leave. Eventually we walk away.