The order in my timing of having this dream and experiencing the meaning was immediate and it reminded me of another dream from decades ago with a similar level of disgust.
I woke up and a strange woman was in my bed next to me. There were at least 2 other mattresses set up as beds on the floor with other strangers sitting up in them, under their blankets.
The woman next to me told me her name and left for a minute. She brought back fried cheese for everyone. She threw mine at me. It landed on my blanket; however I would not have eaten it anyway because there was all kinds of fresh (not fried) hair from someone's head stuck in with the cheese. In my dream, I felt like crying. The day before (in wakened life) I told someone about my love for cheese; I have some with almost every meal. In the dream, it was obvious this woman was the opposite of a friend. She spoke to me as a bully would speak. She ruined my favorite thing
In the morning, directly following this dream, I wake up to a text notification from a woman pretending to be my husband, or at least taunting me with immature texts via his number.
Is it over though? Probably not, according to him and I don't know my answer yet.
What this reminds me of was a dream at the beginning of an extensively long on-and off relationship I had. While we were in bed sleeping together, in my dream we were at a lovely picnic in a beautifully lush park. A slimy pig ran through our picnic blanket and food, messing up everything. As I tried to catch the pig, it was greasy and gross, I felt disgusted and filthy as I did with the hairy cheese. With the pig dream, I woke up to someone pounding on the door. I got all the way to the door and my man told me ignore it. I thought about the dream, the pig, and the bad vibes I associate from pigs to begin with and let her continue knocking until she got bored with it. The next day, I had to clean off all of the grease she left on the door, I am not joking. I don't know if she was eating something greasy or if she was going mental running her hands through greased up hair (or that jheri-curl spray from the 1980s). That woman became my nemesis for way too long, he became a bigamist, and for the longest time I didn't know which one of us women was first, eventually finding proof I was actually the righteous first. But, that was a dilemma that rightfully gave the other woman the benefit of the doubt, a certain amount of respect and ultimate wisdom of knowing where to properly direct fault.
Lesson learned, I can't easily envision having myself in such dramatic situations at this age :)
