Wednesday, February 4, 2015

I'm in a mansion. I am six years younger and my birthday is tomorrow. I am outside on a high rise balcony that looks over a city and it is nighttime. I am yelling out for my father as if I desperately need him. I walk into the mansion through the doors of the balcony and I am directly in the study. I see a man who is not my father sitting and writing things down on a desk. I tell him I was calling out his name and ask why he blatantly ignored me. I am an absolute emotional mess. He says he did not respond because he knew he did not need too.

I am standing in a large hall near the kitchen in this mansion. James Deen ( .......... ) is standing beside the man who is my dad and I am standing in between them but more so behind them so I am watching their interaction. James pulls out a cigarette because he is evidently very stressed from my emotional outbursts. He starts smoking and I get intoxicated by the smell because it makes me crave. My dad starts asking him about this potential new girl friend of his and James says how she is very promising for so and so reasons. I than realize James is like my third cousin or something but we were just previously dating.

My birthday party is happening. I am in a huge luxurious indoor swimming pool. I am feeling cut off from my family members so I decide to leave the pool. My mother says I should stay but I don't. I effortlessly pull myself out of the pool and the structure of my dream is hard to explain here.

I am back inside the mansion. I run to my bedroom and crawl outside the bedroom window and find myself on a massive balcony again. I run unto it to where there is no ledge and there is nothing keeping me from be able to fall off the edge. I am standing with a towel wrapped around me, hyperventilating from all the emotions going on in me and considering ending everything.

I than look back to see my bedroom on fire. There is fire breaking out on the balcony and especially in my bedroom. I at first consider going through my bedroom window into my bedroom not make sure I have no pets in my bedroom, but the fire is raging. I walk over to the large window in the hall closest to the living room and to my amazement find my beloved hamster (who passed away nine years ago) completely healthy and alive, looking into the window whilst on the window ledge. I pick him up into my hands and open up the window yelling there is a fire.

I wake up completely disorientated.

/r/DiaryOfDreams Thread