It is time to discuss our dreams again.

Hmm. Do you have a weird-shaped head? If not, do it.

I had a dream that I was kidnapped, and they raped me and junk. They had me for like 5 or so years, and I was all thin and dirty, and I wore a burlap sack. My captors decided to be nice to me and let me go to my high school reunion, but no one there recognized me. So I went back to my kidnappers and cried.

I hope you don't mind me reviving your thread to talk about the dream I had last night... It wasn't as bad as being kidnapped or raped, but it did leave me feeling pretty violated.

So, I'm living in this two bedroom apartment by myself. Somehow I accumulated a bunch of junk from my parents and the entire place was just a mess! I left to go to the store or something and when I came back the door was still unlocked and I noticed my VCR was missing! I was devastated (not for the VCR, but because someone had been in my apt) and I frantically looked around for other things that might have been stolen. The next thing I know my dad is there with me, helping me assess other possible losses. I see him standing at my bedroom door, looking toward my computer desk. Yep. The computer had been taken too. That really bummed me out. The last stop was my huge walk-in closet (which actually looked exactly like my mom's actual "real life" walk-in closet). The thief had stolen all her clothes! They were my mom's clothes! I had no idea why my mom's stuff was at MY apartment, but now they were gone forever.

The funny part about it is that I remember thinking "well good. now my parents won't make me store their stuff here anymore."

Anyway, all I remember at the end of the dream was walking back toward the front door and seeing a red plastic cup with a hair band stretched around it. The hair band was what I used as a keychain. I remember feeling really stupid about the whole thing. I remember thinking, while holding the keys in my hand, wait a minute... this is just a dream! I get to wake up and all my stuff will still be there! Yippee!!

...

It would have all been fine and dandy except that this morning I woke up and found a mailed letter from an insurance company that says my dad owes them $3,000+ for an accident he had in my car. And that sinking feeling was there again because I know the damage was nowhere near that much. If it's not one thief, it's another....

The end.