January 21, 2019
I had a night full of dreams. During the night I remember thinking this is too much I can’t journal all this so I decided I would not journal anything. Instead, I would simply enjoy the dream.
In one of the dreams, I am looking for someone to watch my dog for the weekend. I respond to an ad in the classified. The gentleman who answers the ad seems like a nice guy. I immediately decide on letting him watch my house. I leave without a care in the world knowing my dog and house will be taken care of.
Upon my return he tells me he decided to rent a new apartment under my name and move all my things. I have only been gone 3 days. He has also taken on a roommate or partner. I am angry and confront him about this. First of all, I want to know where my dog is. I look for him in every room but he is nowhere to be found. He tells me the dog is in the cage outside. OUTSIDE?!? I am fuming mad. I never leave my dog outside. I head outside to look for him. I can see the cage but I do not see Butters anywhere. I call to him. I rush back in to continue venting my disapproval of his actions. He tells me it is too late he has already moved my things. I tell him sorry this is not how you do things. I don’t live here. I threaten to report him to the management for using my name.
Wanting to find my dog. I rush back outside and continue calling out to my dog. “Butters, Butters where are you?” The apartment units are all interconnected with one exiting and immediately entering another or entering a shared space between the units. I become confused not knowing which unit is the one came from? I examine the doors and can distinguish the inside from the outside. I walk out to a common area where they have communal lounge chairs. People are relaxing on the lounge chairs. Some are in communal areas and some are in private units. I call out to Butters again and finally he comes to me. I gather his leash and his cage and proceed to put everything in my car to leave.
I wonder where the management office might be. I would also like to retain details on the unit he rented so I can properly identify and report the situation. I decide to look in a desk drawer. Inside the drawer I see personalized sheets of stamps he has ordered from the post office. The stamps are the type you peel and stick. Each stamp is white with a simple logo with gold lettering. The lettering reads. Care.Com. I wonder how can he be a caring person and have stolen my identity.
Once in the car I see a guard in the parking lot. He also sees me. I want him to know I am not some dazed dreamer. I want him to know I move with intent within my dream. I decide to get out of the car and look in the trunk. The car I am driving is a convertible. I loosen the top and retract it for the ride. Once again I pause to look at him and sit back down in the drivers seat. It occurs to me I don’t know where I am going. Struggling to access my waking memory…..I dig deep within me for my address. I affirm to myself, “I know my address!” I struggle to call it up from waking life. I can see my street in my mind. I plot a destination. MY ADDRESS IS <STREET NAME>.
I instantly woke up having yelled my street name.