I Dreamed A Dream
In this dream it started with a guy, he looked like Willem dafoe. It was as if I watched a movie. He was in a room in a mental health facility, there was another room attached to his, in which a woman hung out, covered by a wall with a curtain and a door. Male and female patients aren't allowed in the same facilities so no one knew of the hidden door. She was blonde with short hair, around in her 40s. She had a sad look on her face, but she enjoyed his company.
Once she tried to come to him but a nurse randomly entered his room and he tried to cover the door as quickly with the curtain as possible, no one noticed.
He was escorted by a few nurses and they started injecting him with something in his skull against his will. He later learned another patient said something false about him. He looked really angry but he just wanted to go back to the woman. She saw him and said "let's get out, i need some fresh air".
They both walked wearing big jackets as it was very windy and cold. He light up a cigarette and took an old coffee cup out the trash to put his ashes in.
He was extremely happy to be around her, but he saw that she was deeply bothered by something. The floor was wet and yet they sat down together.
I later noticed that the woman looked more and more like me. I saw myself from a third person kind of view. A passive, disturbed and shy woman.
Once she tried to come to him but a nurse randomly entered his room and he tried to cover the door as quickly with the curtain as possible, no one noticed.
He was escorted by a few nurses and they started injecting him with something in his skull against his will. He later learned another patient said something false about him. He looked really angry but he just wanted to go back to the woman. She saw him and said "let's get out, i need some fresh air".
They both walked wearing big jackets as it was very windy and cold. He light up a cigarette and took an old coffee cup out the trash to put his ashes in.
He was extremely happy to be around her, but he saw that she was deeply bothered by something. The floor was wet and yet they sat down together.
I later noticed that the woman looked more and more like me. I saw myself from a third person kind of view. A passive, disturbed and shy woman.
