It starts out with me shopping with a group of preppy rich girls--I mean, so preppy it hurts. We were going to millionaire garage sales and my lack of funds made me depressed. I got tired of it so I went to meet with my family (in my dream this included everyone that has been in my life that has/had dark or black hair; I had my red hair).
We were at the library and I was enjoying looking at sheet music when they started being haunted by a malevolent spirit. We ran to a hexagon (yes, hexagon--six sided polygon) in the woods and it happened to be on a set of train tracks. We had to enter on one side and would exit through the parallel side after doing something. While we were inside, the spirit entered after five minutes--a little girl. She killed everyone but me. I fought her--I beat her with the handle of a screwdriver. I blinded her, beat in the sides of her head to make her deaf and stabbed her repeatedly until she started crying. I left the hexagon and everything was fine: my family was alive and the little girl was now part of the family.
To celebrate we were all watching a movie in what is in real life actually my and Erik's room but it wasn't our room in the dream. My father went downstairs for food and brought it up but went to the bathroom that is outside of our doorway to prepare a pb&j sandwich. He got upset that I didn't offer to get another spoon so I went downstairs.
Scene change: I am someone different dressed for a gala. We're in a beautiful mansion. One of my friends have gone missing so we go searching for her. She was getting married on the terrace and none of us were told about it. She looks up and sees my hurt expression, yells my name, which in this part of the dream is Jessica for some reason, but I keep running. I then find myself in a reception hall and sit down, not with my husband (who in the dream at this point isn't Erik for some reason and I'm not attracted to this man and it's going through my mind the entire time that I want Erik and this man can't be my husband but I know that he is this character's husband). This hulk of a man is blonde, Scottish and named Johann--I don't know, don't ask. A woman I know in real life that I don't want to describe climbs on a stage like we're at a comedy club and professes her love to Johann and asks him to marry her--and I'm looking around and notice her in real life Japanese fianc? in the crowd but she is talking to my "husband". As if I'm not present they start hugging and kissing. Half of the attendees look at me in disbelief. I walk out and start searching for a carving knife, but the knife blocks are void of any sharp objects. When he and I get home which is an apartment in said mansion/hotel, I confront him calmly and he just shrugs me off. I say "You do know we're married right?"
He responds, "So?"
"Fine, I'll go get our marriage annulled for you."
"No, I'll do it in December." He then picks up the phone and calls her. Right there in front of me he starts making wedding plans.
In the most annoying , excited, preppy voice I can muster I ask, "OHMIGOSH! Is that [insert woman's name that I don't want to mention]?" and I just snatch the phone out of his hand. In a normal voice, "He won't let me get the marriage annulled. He's going to wait 3 months. Or is he planning on becoming a widower?".... Evidentially the last part was the plan.
I start running (I have the phone with me the entire time). Oh, I forgot to mention: He's 7-ish feet tall, I'm my normal 5'3"... I'm running but he's walking and keeping up. Halls and corners and halls and stairs after stairs later, I fall over a banister and down a staircase. I'm falling in slow motion but he's walking in normal speed. I manage to reach the bottom before him. It's a short hallway, two doors on the right that are chemical rooms and there's a door at the end of the hall (well, the end of the short hall; this wall continues to the right and creates another hall, but I ignore it). I run into the bathroom and lock the door. There's sinks on the left and two toilet stalls on the right. In front of me is a linen closet and a shower stall. The shower stall is a metal wall and then a curtain on the "wall"facing me with the other three walls being concrete. there's a short concrete wall in the shower between the metal wall and the curtain. I hide between the concrete walls, in the shower, on the side with the metal wall. Even though the metal doesn't reach the ground and is the same height as the toilet stalls. I hear an electric drill: he's removing the door of the bathroom. I curl up on my side on the floor, making myself as small as possible.
He walks in casually. Then slowly drops to his knees and even more slowly scans the floor. He stays in his position between the toilets and the sinks, starting with the toilet stalls and then he reaches the shower stall. As his eyes lock with mine, that's when I wake up.
The entire time I'd been asleep, I was on my back with my right arm draped over my stomach. Hubby was asleep at my left and our daughter was asleep in her bed at my right. Our mattress is a 12-inch memory foam one. When I opened my eyes, I felt like I'd been curled on my side in a tight ball on concrete floor. It took me a while to get my heart to slow down too.