Last night I had this crazy moving anxiety dream.
Our new apartment had 3 bathrooms, but one bathroom was far better than the other two and was through a door at the end of the back hallway. It had a HUGE dropped tub, a urinal for the gentlemen (or the adventurous woman), a foot washing basin, and even a little tiny tub for babies. The room was this weird patina color.
That bathroom I claimed as mine. Mine, mine, mine!!! Because I can do that sort of thing when there are three bathrooms for two people and I’m the lady of the house.
Every time I went into it, I got this strange eerie feeling, like I was being watched. I would see weird lights and shadows out of the corner of my eye. (In real life, this was how I felt in the hallways of my previous apartment building.)
We were having a party (yes, you were there) and I went into my special private bathroom because when I drink I pee about every 5 minutes. I’m bad company really. When I was standing in front of the mirror, I got that feeling again and the shower turned on!
I ran out and whispered this to Tim, because I didn’t want everyone (including you) to think I was crazy. In true Super Rookie fashion, he blurted out that it was nothing and then everyone had to go look at the shower running. Still thought I was crazy.
I went online and googled our address and sure enough, a man murdered his girlfriend/wife/significant other in that bathroom sometime in the 1970s!
Who’s crazy now?!
This is what I learned from this dream:
1) My moving anxiety has branched into my subconscious
2) I have to watch out for being stabbed in my bathroom
3) You suck and lack trust in me.