This morning I dreamed a very vivid yet odd dream. I dreamed I was sitting in a stadium with my ex-boyfriend, one from childhood. He and I were not watching anything at all. We were just sitting in a stadium. There were other people there, but I could not see them. I could just feel their presence around us. He and I were talking about something very important it seemed. He was telling me that he was my age. I was staring at the stadium lights when all of a sudden the lights on one of the poles began to burst. The glass was huge and falling directly toward us. I noticed this; he did not. I jumped from the seating to the field below and evaded the falling glass. He did not.
The dream jumped from the stadium to my house. It was supposed to be the house I am living in now, but it looked nothing like my house. It was in the same location: same yard, same trees, etc., but the inside of the house was totally different. My landlord came over to talk to me and she was very, very angry. She told me that she now knew about me and I needed to leave as soon as possible. She told me I had one week to get out. I cried and pleaded trying to make her understand (what she was accusing me of was totally false), but she would have none of it. I told her I would start packing and went inside to do so. Before I could even get a box out to start packing, the landlord drove through the house on a forklift. I saw her approaching from the window.
Needless to say, this dream startled me awake.
I'll see you in my dreams....
