Hair in the Cheese

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 :)

Sleeping in Beds in Strange Places

Yes, this is what it was all about this morning. Blatant, so many beds so many strange places, so many beds in strange places. Repetitively definite dream symbol.

I slept and woke up in so many different places, on a mattress that just kept changing places to be. Only one time did I physically move the mattress, from a storage space where I woke up 2 feet under a shelf that had things hanging down over me. I moved the mattress to an unoccupied room that had a swimming pool. I woke up in that room and my mattress had moved so that part of it was laid over the edge where the stairs went into the shallow end. It was amazing that I hadn't rolled over into the pool and drowned in my sleep, I exclaimed.

At some point in the dream I tried to catch a bus and the driver said the bus had been canceled because the original driver had been arrested and the new driver was just driving the bus back to the station. No passengers allowed

More sleeping and waking up in strange places. In the last place, there were 2 mattresses and O was sleeping next to me. We both had our clothes on; nothing sexy going on there. We woke up and were talking to each other as if there was no troubles between us and we heard B get home (so although we were not in a normal place, B was still with us getting home from work in usually predictable grumpy state of mind). I looked at O, I suddenly felt guilty for no reason and I said,  and abruptly changed the subject. "He's going to know you're here. Do you have my money? B is going to want to know if you have my money."

Then I woke up.

I believe it is apparent I will hear from O soon. Will he have my money? I don't know. It is a good omen that he didn't give me money in the dream. As many strange beds as there were, MAYBE I will hear from other people who fall more under the classification as truly being "old friends".

I needed a good dream. Good predictions are the best (especially after they become fulfilled).