ehowton | Subconscious Assaults

First dream:
Wife’s BFF was finally going to move in with me, and I could hardly contain my excitement. She spends some time packing her bag as I watch, then we walk to the car together where I open the truck to the Cadillac. She places the bag in the trunk, but I can’t close and latch it because she hasn’t released the handle yet. This is a little disconcerting to me. Then I notice her looking back to her old place. Her entire demeanor has changed and I start to panic. She slowly removes the bag, and leaves me standing there - hand still on trunk - as I watch her walk away...forever.

Second dream:
My brother and I were vacationing at this sprawling resort nestled in the foothills of a quaint little town. Over the course of a couple of days I got to know pretty much everyone there, staff, employees, and townsfolk - and the all loved me. To that end, I decided to host party, and all night more and more people showed up; friends, friends of friends, the local minister, and even the mayor! Everyone else seemed to know each other pretty well and it really was a great time - I was cooking for everyone, working the room, everyone was laughing and telling stories and sharing ideas. People were even insisting I take money to help cover the cost and ladies were writing me messages and stuffing them in fancy envelopes; I had stacks of these.

But then something unfortunate happened - unsure if it was something I was unaware of in the dream or I simply don’t remember - but EVERYONE turned against me in an instant. They were all suddenly angry and accusations were stacking up more quickly than I could address them all. Things escalated so quickly, and there were so many charges, that a tribunal was agreed upon and established right then and there. The most important people in the room gathered and set up process and procedures at which point he minister swore in the mayor as magistrate with the full vote of the impromptu panel and proceedings began.

Everyone told their side of the story where I was completely and wholly at fault. Even some of the stuffed envelopes turned out to be from underaged girls which mortified me and rightfully caused further commotion, especially when some of those same girls admitted to the panel that they also touched my butt, though I couldn’t defend myself as I was completely oblivious to it transpiring. The mock courtroom was absolutely chaotic. Add to that my brother, who had spend most of the day down at the lake fishing, couldn’t be found.

Eventually, I was cleared of all charges, but tensions remained high and the festivity of the day was gone. The priest gave me a check for $1000 for support and compensation, just as the HOA Karen brought a posterboard-sized decree I was to fill in the blanks with my name, date of birth and other personal details that, when signed, would trespass me not only from the resort, but from the town as well, under the threat of arrest. As my pen hovered over the signature line, I first demanded that all my cats be returned to me.

I got three of my five cats, but they, “lost” Ramatep and Nubs. The moment the crowd discovered Ramatep was missing all eyes went to this one Karen who was the most vocal about having always wanted a sphinx. I descended into full panic mode and started searching for my cats outdoors in the failing light. Some of the townspeople helped. I found Ramatep first - he was caked in mud and already feral. I was finally able to tackle him and Dorian wrapped him up in a towel and secured him with the others. Nubs was a far greater challenge being far more wily, but I was able to get her as well.

With this completed I was on a school short-bus which had been converted into a church vehicle driving to the resort storage area with half a dozen occupants, some there to assist me, others to ensure I left town. After retrieving the items from storage, I was ready to sign the decree when the leader of my escort - the wife of the man who drove the bus - starts, “witnessing” to the man across from me, screaming that because he is a heathen, he is a therefore a terrible person and will burn in the lake of hellfire for eternity. I very calmly explain to her that not everyone believes what she does, even within her own religion, and how belief is an exceedingly poor barometer of whether someone is or isn’t a terrible person. That’s when she absolutely loses it and goes into full screaming, working the crown to agree with her. It was exhausting.

Dreams about everyone hating you may reflect a deep-rooted fear of rejection and a need for acceptance.
It could indicate feelings of insecurity and a desire for validation from others.
These dreams may be a manifestation of underlying anxieties about not being accepted or loved by others.