I dreamt I walked into my grandmother’s backyard forgetting I didn’t have any clothes on right as she was coming down the road to come home.
It was a holiday and the house was packed. Why I was naked in the first place is beyond me. But Charlie Hunnam was my cousin and had an American accent. He was among the several relatives who dashed to get me my clothes from the dryer and shove me in a back bedroom to get dressed before she walked through the door. We were all hoping she hadn’t seen me.
There was another car accompanying her with other relatives in it and they arrived before her. Of course, a long-haired guy relative I didn’t know got out of that car and tried to come in the back door that would lead to the bedroom I was in. I locked it the second I saw him approaching though. He would later say my dog was angrily barking at him so he didn’t come in through that door. A lie.
After I got dressed, I remembered that I let a stray kitten in and fed her. I looked for her in a hidden kind of passageway that was lit with an amber-colored light and filled with random debris. I found her and safely put her back outside.
A couple of my relatives, who I didn’t recognize other than Hunnam, were trying to comfort me by saying that maybe she simply didn’t notice me. I started to convince myself that that could’ve been the case.
She came upstairs to the family room where a lot of us were hanging out, and she brought slices of cake with her. I was fasting that day because I knew I was going to prepare a big meal for everyone, something I was really jazzed about, but the hunger at that point was real.
We were all sitting and she passed out pieces of cake to everyone but Hunnam and I. She didn’t even look at me. When she left everyone was silent and looking at me with their “oh, no” face. It was an awful feeling. Hunnam was perplexed why he at least didn’t get a slice.
Once back downstairs she texted Hunnam to say she’d be right back up with a slice for both of us. The childhood joy and glow returned to us both, along with everyone else in the room.
But when she arrived she brought with her a white archway decorated with wisteria and ivy and with a mailbox on the side of it. She wanted us to pose underneath and smile for the camera. Hunnam hesitated. I didn’t as I smiled big thinking she hasn’t seen me in the backyard.
And then I heard her reference me as trash, prompting me to wake up.
It’s the first dream I remember in days because I’ve been sleeping through the night, until last night.
But a couple of things to add. I was thinking about rewatching Desperate Housewives last night, who just so happen live in Wisteria Lane that does have a white archway covered in wisteria with a lot of white mailboxes…after watching The Night House where the husband in the movie is seen naked in the backyard. I have no clue where Hunnam came from though. Maybe it was just a Jax Teller protection vibe thing. But odd to say the least. The whole thing.
There was another car accompanying her with other relatives in it and they arrived before her. Of course, a long-haired guy relative I didn’t know got out of that car and tried to come in the back door that would lead to the bedroom I was in. I locked it the second I saw him approaching though. He would later say my dog was angrily barking at him so he didn’t come in through that door. A lie.
After I got dressed, I remembered that I let a stray kitten in and fed her. I looked for her in a hidden kind of passageway that was lit with an amber-colored light and filled with random debris. I found her and safely put her back outside.
A couple of my relatives, who I didn’t recognize other than Hunnam, were trying to comfort me by saying that maybe she simply didn’t notice me. I started to convince myself that that could’ve been the case.
She came upstairs to the family room where a lot of us were hanging out, and she brought slices of cake with her. I was fasting that day because I knew I was going to prepare a big meal for everyone, something I was really jazzed about, but the hunger at that point was real.
We were all sitting and she passed out pieces of cake to everyone but Hunnam and I. She didn’t even look at me. When she left everyone was silent and looking at me with their “oh, no” face. It was an awful feeling. Hunnam was perplexed why he at least didn’t get a slice.
Once back downstairs she texted Hunnam to say she’d be right back up with a slice for both of us. The childhood joy and glow returned to us both, along with everyone else in the room.
But when she arrived she brought with her a white archway decorated with wisteria and ivy and with a mailbox on the side of it. She wanted us to pose underneath and smile for the camera. Hunnam hesitated. I didn’t as I smiled big thinking she hasn’t seen me in the backyard.
And then I heard her reference me as trash, prompting me to wake up.
It’s the first dream I remember in days because I’ve been sleeping through the night, until last night.
But a couple of things to add. I was thinking about rewatching Desperate Housewives last night, who just so happen live in Wisteria Lane that does have a white archway covered in wisteria with a lot of white mailboxes…after watching The Night House where the husband in the movie is seen naked in the backyard. I have no clue where Hunnam came from though. Maybe it was just a Jax Teller protection vibe thing. But odd to say the least. The whole thing.
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