I Have Always Had Vivid Dreams With Repetitive Dreams
Last night I dreamed that my ex husband was still my husband, and he was marrying a second woman! She was having some sort of mental problem, and had been arrested and was being held at the Registry of Motor Vehicles! I was so concerned I tried to get a friend of mine to skip class and come with me back to the registry and help me to get her out.
We had to climb a hill to get back up there, and then I ran into a man from the registry who told me there was something I needed to see, because I might be legally responsible. It seems the ex's second wife-to-be owned a storage unit, and he wanted me to look at it.
He told me it had been looted, and he was concerned about that. The owner of the storage unit told us we could only spend 15 minutes in there, and had to remove whatever we wanted during that time. I could see that an entire section of the cinder block wall had been removed by the looters, and the registry agent took me inside. It was bigger than Cost-Co inside. It was like someone had squeezed 10 Cost-Cos together. It went on forever.
It was filled with thousands and thousands of racks of clothing, ALL of it in the worst possible taste and of extremely cheap quality. There was one huge area that just had furniture inside, but it was all the nasty sort of furniture you see at Discount Houses. Dimly, I realized that my husband's new wife was a multi-billionaire if she owned all this, and I thought to myself that HE would be very rich if he married her, and that her mental problem was a lot worse than anyone had realized.
Then I said to myself, "But he's going to be a bigamist, and he's going to jail!"
A silent voice kept telling me..."Take something." I looked at two things but they were so cheap and floozy-like that I couldn't take them. I threw one of the shirts away from me in disgust.
Then I woke up with a cat batting at my hair.馃樄
We had to climb a hill to get back up there, and then I ran into a man from the registry who told me there was something I needed to see, because I might be legally responsible. It seems the ex's second wife-to-be owned a storage unit, and he wanted me to look at it.
He told me it had been looted, and he was concerned about that. The owner of the storage unit told us we could only spend 15 minutes in there, and had to remove whatever we wanted during that time. I could see that an entire section of the cinder block wall had been removed by the looters, and the registry agent took me inside. It was bigger than Cost-Co inside. It was like someone had squeezed 10 Cost-Cos together. It went on forever.
It was filled with thousands and thousands of racks of clothing, ALL of it in the worst possible taste and of extremely cheap quality. There was one huge area that just had furniture inside, but it was all the nasty sort of furniture you see at Discount Houses. Dimly, I realized that my husband's new wife was a multi-billionaire if she owned all this, and I thought to myself that HE would be very rich if he married her, and that her mental problem was a lot worse than anyone had realized.
Then I said to myself, "But he's going to be a bigamist, and he's going to jail!"
A silent voice kept telling me..."Take something." I looked at two things but they were so cheap and floozy-like that I couldn't take them. I threw one of the shirts away from me in disgust.
Then I woke up with a cat batting at my hair.馃樄
