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We've taken on beans! ABANDON PIG!!
mood: 
confused
confusedHAH, my dad kicked my ass at chess the other day XD 'Cause it was kinda sorta the first time I was actually PLAYING it; he had taught me some years ago and just had to refresh my memory. Yeah. Four times in a row he beat me XDD BUT BUT, the third time, CARNAGE, man. CARNAGE. I had one his rooks, both of his knights, one of his bishops, and one or two of his pawns out and he had my knight and rook, I think~ Still managed to kick my ass, though. X3 'Cause it don't matter if you've got one dude left, all yous gotta do is get your opponent's king. Yes yes.
SO, I had an annoyingly strange dream the other night, involving my father, my friend Beth, this girl Aimee from my school, my friend Emily, this guy from my religion class, this guy that resembles someone from my school, annnnd some random girl that I've never seen before .____.
I'll describe it for the hell of it.
But before that, I had a dream last night that bothered me greatly, so I was searching around for a dream interpretator thing for the hell of it, annnddd I got this professional's email (if you can call dream interpretation a profession...?) and she responded surprisingly fast:
Underneath her response, is what I told her my dream was, and it came back broken up like that for some reason :X So here it is:
I think that you are replaying the death of your dog and that your dog was like a mother for you.
You still have grief. But what is alarming is that your father laughs suggesting that you view your father as cruel and insensitive. How does your dad treat your mother? I think that the dream is spelling out your father's attitude towards everyone. You may have to do some inner work to heal your father issues. I suggest you do. Respect your mom for all that she has given you.
I hope that you will also visit my book site to read about my book, Divine Complement--a book about soulmates http://www.ariadnegreen.com
god bless you,
Ariadne
>
> I had a dream last night in which I saw my mother and my house dog (who
> died in October by car crash, and I was witness to it) walking along a
> street. My father was next to me and told me to wait to see them get hit
> by a car. A few cars came around, one coming from the side of where they
> were walking, one backing up in front of them and one coming from behind.
> The other two cars drive away, but the one that was coming up from behind
> them hits them, my dog being thrown to the side like she had been when she
> got hit in real life, and my mother falling backwards onto the hood, then
> rolling off onto the ground. The car backed up, turned around and drove
> away and I think they said something to my mother, who was lying on the
> ground, because she answered back. I turned to my father, who was next to
> me, and he was laughing.
>
> ?
>
> Am I just missing my dead dog? What else could it be?
>
You still have grief. But what is alarming is that your father laughs suggesting that you view your father as cruel and insensitive. How does your dad treat your mother? I think that the dream is spelling out your father's attitude towards everyone. You may have to do some inner work to heal your father issues. I suggest you do. Respect your mom for all that she has given you.
I hope that you will also visit my book site to read about my book, Divine Complement--a book about soulmates http://www.ariadnegreen.com
god bless you,
Ariadne
>
> I had a dream last night in which I saw my mother and my house dog (who
> died in October by car crash, and I was witness to it) walking along a
> street. My father was next to me and told me to wait to see them get hit
> by a car. A few cars came around, one coming from the side of where they
> were walking, one backing up in front of them and one coming from behind.
> The other two cars drive away, but the one that was coming up from behind
> them hits them, my dog being thrown to the side like she had been when she
> got hit in real life, and my mother falling backwards onto the hood, then
> rolling off onto the ground. The car backed up, turned around and drove
> away and I think they said something to my mother, who was lying on the
> ground, because she answered back. I turned to my father, who was next to
> me, and he was laughing.
>
> ?
>
> Am I just missing my dead dog? What else could it be?
>
BUT, I forgot to tell her that my dog had a tail in the dream for some reason, because she didn't have one in real life. I hope that wasn't anything critical o_o;; ...And waitaminute, October? It was September. CAN'T FOCUS NEED FLUIDS DDD:
But yeah >_>;;
NOW FOR THE DREAM I HAD SEVERAL NIGHTS AGO 8D
SO. I was at this concert thing, only the majority of the people there were teenage-looking and in big groups (of like, fifty of so maybe) and sitting around on the ground at random parts, so it looked more like a picnic. There was a stand, though, and I was there in the crowd of people with my father and Beth. Something must have happened, because we started to leave, but Aimee suddenly appears and pulls us along the opposite way my father is going, and I turn around to look at him for a split second and he just kind of ha a face like, ":o". So, I'm uncertain about the whole thing, Beth is just kind of going along with it, and Aimee's all "LET'S GO GUYS :DDD" We get down to the picnic-y area and I realize peope are throwing rocks, still sitting down. Put your two fists together, and that was the size of them.
I'm pissed off that they're throwing rocks, all "WTF WHAT'S WITH THE ROCKS" and this one girl throws a rock REALLY close to me, so I turn around and throw it to her and it hits her back. She swivels her upper body around and she's this heavy-set girl with wavy-ish scrappy looking black hair and has this grimace on her face. I think we say something to each other. Then it cuts to this really narrow grimy staircase, maybe not even two feet across and Beth is replaced with Emily and Aimee is nowhere to be seen. I reach in my pocket for my phone and it's not there, and I get even more pissed and start cursing. I turn around to Emily and apologize because she's just "._." at me and say something about my dad tracking me with the GPS thingie in my phone.
Then we're in this dimly-lit pace sitting around a big round wooden table, and Beth and Emily are both there, this guy from my religion class, and this guy that looks like Anthony from my school, but not quite. There are other guys there, too, but they're all blurry. The guy fro my religion class stands up and starts spinning the table around. Then it stops, and the Anthony-looking guy does it too. Then we're all just talking and I'm sulking about my phone and Beth and Emily are trying to console me. The last thing I remember is suddenly wearing this small stripped apron on top on my clothes because we were talking about doing some clean-up crew, as well.
.... D: Stupid mind.
I just can't WAIT to see what (or if) I dream about tonight. *HIGHEST DEGREE OF SARCASM*
Me no likey my dreams.