DarkSlinky

Posts Tagged ‘Bathroom’

The past few months have been quite difficult for me and there’s nothing that happens in the day that I wish to discuss publicly, so I shall continue to write about my recent series of vivid dreams.

I dreamt I was standing in the downstairs room of my neighbours’ house.  It was set up exactly as I remember it from when I was little; with a bed in the corner, TV on the bench and a number of large cupboards and dressers around the room.  Warm sunlight was pouring in to the cold room through the blinds.  A friend of mine, Alan, was standing there with me, looking into my eyes as he confessed his eternal love for me.  My heart felt incredibly warm but I told him I wasn’t ready for another relationship.  I leaned forward and kissed him before leaving through the front door of the house.

I was then at another friend’s house, but the house was similar to a house another friend of mine used to own.  I was standing in the lounge room in silence, absorbed by my own thoughts as I watched the darkness of night outside.  The three friends who live in the house were standing in the kitchen discussing some serious matters that didn’t involve me, so I decided I would have a shower before going to bed.

I walked into the bathroom, turned on the hot water in the shower and stripped off all my clothes with the bathroom door still open.  I stood there watching my reflection in the mirror as steam began to fill the room and I thought about how proud I was of my body and about how I didn’t care if anyone saw me.  I then heard two of my friends announce that they were going to bed which was in the room past the bathroom so I quietly closed the bathroom door, intentionally leaving it unlocked, thinking deviously that my third friend might decide to join me in the shower.

I then woke up.

<3 DarkSlinky.

I dreamt that I was on an island.

To set the scene; it was a tropical island, covered in dense forest and surrounded by shoaly, crystal-clear water.  The only feature of the island was a calm beach on the Eastern side, and on this beach, a quaint little outdoor cocktail bar, made of bamboo-like-material with colourful fluorescent lights – you know the sort.

The dream was another long one but regrettably I can’t remember most of it.  What I do remember, though, was standing on the beach, feeling the sand between my toes and the wind in my hair as I watched the ocean while the sun set behind me.  I then received a text message from Gavin telling me to meet him at the bar at 8:00pm.  I scowled and had the urge to throw my phone in the ocean, but decided against it.

Then someone walked past me and took my hand, leading me towards the ocean.  They turned to smile down at my surprised expression and I realised it was none other than Chad.  His hand was warm and his smile dazzling in the fading light.

He continued to lead me straight towards the ocean and pulled me into the lukewarm water.  We began to swim along a cliff-face until I noticed a hole in the rocks underneath us.  I asked what it was and Chad simply laughed, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down towards it.  At first I felt afraid as he took me deeper and deeper, but then I completely relaxed and simply enjoyed the bubbles running over my skin, tickling me gently.

I then resurfaced alone.  Chad was gone, but I wasn’t bothered by it.  I looked around and realised it was growing dark quickly, so I began to climb the cliff-face, headed for a light above me that wasn’t visible from the coastline.  It was hard work and I was feeling salty and kind’ve sticky  from the ocean (ever had that feeling?).

I walked through a sort of passageway and entered a cave that contained a wooden cupboard, a white marble bench with a sink and a mirror above it, candles all around the cave and a bathtub in the middle.  The room was so beautifully set up, although once again I can’t remember specifics.  I remember the atmosphere being romantic and carefree.

Without hesitation I filled the bathtub with soapy, hot water, as though it was my own place, and I relished in the warm steam that filled the cold room.  Mind you, the cave was cold because the entrance didn’t have a door, meaning the cave was open.  From where the bath was I could see the ocean, the stars and the moon beyond the candlelit bathroom, and whatever was out there could see me.

I stripped off my clothes without worry or shame, I actually felt proud of my bare, white body in the dim light.  I scrubbed myself down before soaking in the sweet-scented bath for what seemed like hours, and I think a few hours actually passed in my dream (I imagine it would have been minutes or even seconds in ‘reality’).  When I entered the cave I estimate it would have been about 6.30pm in my dream.

Suddenly I remembered Gavin had asked me to meet him at the bar at 8:00pm and I knew that time had well passed.  I checked the time on my phone, 9:08pm, just before “Gavin calling…” began to flash on the screen.

I immediately jumped out of the bath and towelled myself down.  I felt cold and irritated as I answered the phone and his disappointed voice came through the speaker.

Gavin:  “Where are you?”
Me:  “I can’t explain…”
Gavin:  “Did you forget about me?”
Me:  “No, I –”
Gavin:  “Look, Jayne, it’s simply not good enough.
Me:  “But, I –”
Gavin:  “Forget it.  I’m going home.”

With that, he hung up, and I was left feeling angry and despaired.

I find the whole thing fascinating, honestly.

I had another strange dream last night, but I can’t remember any of it unfortunately.

Maybe my strange dreams will continue.

<3 DarkSlinky.

I had a really strange nightmare last night.

I dreamt that my friends; Nicki, Lynnette, Emma and I were looking for a hotel in a swampy forest where night was falling fast.  Once the sun had set we were surrounded by crocodiles with no escape because all the trees were strange, unclimbable shapes.

My friend Lynnette got torn apart and eaten while the rest of us managed to climb up a stumpy tree but we knew that soon the crocodiles would be able to get us.  I slipped and fell out of the tree but I decided not to climb back up with my friends because without me in the tree, the branch we were sitting on wasn’t weighed down so much and my friends were safer.

I managed to run to another tree, but once I reached the other tree I realised that the back door of the hotel we were trying to find originally wasn’t far away, so I made a run for the open doorway.  I made it inside and slammed the door behind me.

I remember the light had a yellowish tinge, as if the lights in the room were aged.  I turned from the door and looked around the room.  It was of simple, old-fashioned design with fancy leather couches and wooden tables.  It had a warm atmosphere on the surface but a strange, cold feeling underneath the warmth.  There was some sort of party going on and everyone was dressed up with masks; no one was smiling, everyone was staring at me in a sort of blank disappointment.

I was in a panic, terrified for the lives of my friends.  I recognised one of the people as my mother and I remember being able to compose myself and swiftly collect my thoughts, because I figured people wouldn’t listen to a crazy person ranting about crocodiles.  I began to calmly ask people for help, saying things like, “The crocodiles – they’ve come to the hotel.  My friends are trapped in a tree outside, we must save them or they’ll die. We don’t have much time. Please help me,” but the people just turned away, went back to their party, and I felt abandoned.  I didn’t know who to turn to and I think I found a gun and decided to try save my friends myself.

My dream then changed and I was in an expensive, top-floor room of the same hotel with girls I didn’t know, but had seemed to know all my life.  The room felt plush and warm.  While the girls explored the bedroom for goodies I decided to go through the bathroom.  I remember looking forward to being able to have a soak in the bath because I was still covered in mud from the crocodile infested swamp.  The detail of the bathroom in my dream was stunning…  I might have to draw it before I forget it.

My dream then changed again and I was on the bottom floor of a modern hotel overlooking a lifeless, rain-swept city; both the room and the city were cold and grey.  I was standing on the veranda, contemplating the world when two warm arms wrapped around me and the conversation was as follows (I recognised who it was by the voice)…

Gavin:  “Isn’t it stunning?”
Me:  “I suppose… but why did you pick a room on the bottom floor?”
Gavin:  “I thought it would be easier to go out and less work to bring the bags up.  Besides, I prefer the bottom floor.”
Me:  “Mmmm…”

All I could think was how I wish someone would think about what I want for once, rather than think about what they think I should want.  Gavin then faded before I could look at him and I was left there alone, wondering absently if I had done something wrong.

Interesting, huh…?

I shall have to ponder what different things in my dreams symbolise.  I love analysing dreams.

Perhaps I’ll dream again tonight…

<3 DarkSlinky.