04-15-2012, 09:25 PM
Another Clayton dream. I'm getting really tired of having them. In this one he for some reason had to stay at my house for a week, and, as I am in all the dreams I have of him, I was living with my parents in their house still. He changed appearance continually throughout the dream, though always a young, white male and no one seemed to notice. In one appearance he had curly brown hair, and in another very short blonde hair with a scar on his face, on his left cheek just below the eye. Only his energy signature remained the same.
As opposed to my last dreams this time he was colder and more despondent than ever, which was really pissing me off seeing how I was supposed to be playing hostess. He would barely talk to me, and then he started painting a long message on my old bedroom door...some kind of manifesto or something, in blue paint. My dad got really mad that he did something like that without asking but Clayton didn't seem to care and kept right on painting.
There was a bizarre "scene" where I was trying to shower and my dad and Clayton were both in the bathroom for some reason, and I was trying to make sure they couldn't see me behind the shower curtain. Just being that near to Clayton I began feeling dizzy because of the pressure of his aura and I fell in the shower and hurt myself, and my dad spent half of the rest of the dream asking me if I was okay. I also spent a lot of time in the dream changing clothes for some random reason. I usually associate clothing with personality in dreams, so it was as if I was shuffling through personalities.
Oh, and he also had a crazy older sister who wanted to destroy/enslave the planet, and she had some sort of device that was supposed to perpetuate said annihilation. As she got close to detonating the device I just said I didn't care what she did. It didn't matter in the end. This seemed to upset her and we ended up talking for a long time. In the end she started crying and baring her emotions to me and I talked her down from killing/enslaving everyone.
The previous scene happened in some sort of restaurant or bar, and after all the drama Clayton handed me a bag of M&Ms. I was like "thanks" and he said he was only giving it to me because he was in debt to my parents for letting him stay at the house. I grumbled that he didn't have to make up excuses. Handing someone a bag of M&Ms surely wouldn't lose him THAT much polarity, and this seemed to annoy him greatly and he began walking away from me. He walked up a flight of stairs and I yelled after him "The more you run from the fire, the hotter it's going to burn!" But he wouldn't come back down, and I felt sad and angry and frustrated, and woke up feeling the same.
Sigh.
As opposed to my last dreams this time he was colder and more despondent than ever, which was really pissing me off seeing how I was supposed to be playing hostess. He would barely talk to me, and then he started painting a long message on my old bedroom door...some kind of manifesto or something, in blue paint. My dad got really mad that he did something like that without asking but Clayton didn't seem to care and kept right on painting.
There was a bizarre "scene" where I was trying to shower and my dad and Clayton were both in the bathroom for some reason, and I was trying to make sure they couldn't see me behind the shower curtain. Just being that near to Clayton I began feeling dizzy because of the pressure of his aura and I fell in the shower and hurt myself, and my dad spent half of the rest of the dream asking me if I was okay. I also spent a lot of time in the dream changing clothes for some random reason. I usually associate clothing with personality in dreams, so it was as if I was shuffling through personalities.
Oh, and he also had a crazy older sister who wanted to destroy/enslave the planet, and she had some sort of device that was supposed to perpetuate said annihilation. As she got close to detonating the device I just said I didn't care what she did. It didn't matter in the end. This seemed to upset her and we ended up talking for a long time. In the end she started crying and baring her emotions to me and I talked her down from killing/enslaving everyone.
The previous scene happened in some sort of restaurant or bar, and after all the drama Clayton handed me a bag of M&Ms. I was like "thanks" and he said he was only giving it to me because he was in debt to my parents for letting him stay at the house. I grumbled that he didn't have to make up excuses. Handing someone a bag of M&Ms surely wouldn't lose him THAT much polarity, and this seemed to annoy him greatly and he began walking away from me. He walked up a flight of stairs and I yelled after him "The more you run from the fire, the hotter it's going to burn!" But he wouldn't come back down, and I felt sad and angry and frustrated, and woke up feeling the same.
Sigh.