The Biggest Dreamer

In this dream, I applied for a spot on the coming up Australian version of The Biggest Loser that is for couples with John.
We got in and i was soooo happy!
On the first day of filming it became apparent that Dr Phil was hosting the show and calling the shots. And he wasn't as nice as he is on his show. He was abrupt and impatient.
All 12 couples that got in were sitting around a big round table, and Dr Phil was going over some ground rules [on camera]. I was really nervous and kept making dumb jokes that just came across as negative attitude. Dr Phil said we'd be using the old metric system instead of the new one, and i said, "Nope, i ain't using the old one." Then Dr Phil got really angry and told me we had to leave the show.
He said i wasn't serious about losing weight and it was obvious that i just didn't really want to be here. I protested and begged to stay, but John and i were escorted out and back to our motel.
The following day Dr Phil came over with a little red plastic kids car [like Little Tikes] and that was what we had to drive away from the show in. I knew that was serious.
John was okay with the whole thing, weather we were on the show or not.
Dr Phil gave me some paper work, along with his phone number, and told me that i needed to come up with a way to prove to him that I'm serious about being on the show to lose weight, and by a certain time, and then he left.
I kept trying to call him but the number kept being busy or it would ring out, and i started to panic. He only lived down the road, so when i only had a few minutes left on my deadline, i got in the little red car and started driving to his house [over our front lawn that was covered in that awful cooch grass]. But i was stopped by some plain clothed police officers before i even got out of the driveway. It was a man and a woman, and they were employed by Dr Phil to council people who were no longer on the show.
I said that i was just on my way to Dr Phil's place because i couldn't get him on the phone, but they said it was too late and our spot in the house was now gone.
I was really peeved off and they took me inside to calm me down. On the couch, they sat on either side of me and told me whatever it took to get me to forget about my interest in the show. I still really wanted to call Dr Phil, but i pretended it wasn't that important to me anymore just so the police officers would leave. But they didn't, once they thought everything had calmed down, They let their kids in the house so they could play with my kids. So then i had to wait even longer!
All the kids went out a side door of the house where there was a whole lot of cut wood that they had to play around.
By the time the families had gone home, it was dark and it had been raining. I went down to where Dr Phil's house was and there were market stalls out the front selling Biggest Loser merchandise & The contests were selling the stuff. I picked up a few things and noticed that John and i were still listed as contestants. I looked at an address book that had a pink plastic see-through cover and there were cartoon type cut outs of the contestants [sorta like the male/female cut outs on bathroom doors] and i was heaps fatter than John!
John was waiting for me down the end of the street so i walked with another [male] contestant as i walked over to him. We talked and he said that our replacement contestants had already been picked and that now there were 16 contestants instead of 12. He also said that the contestants weren't really allowed to tell us anything and that he shouldn't be talking to me. My panic had subsided and even though i was still peeved, i wasn't going to be losing sleep over it.
So i thanked him and walked over to John, who was watching some people play a game in the street. Then he took me home.

High Priced Snobbery

I took the kids to a casual friends place, Teressa. We are friends through our little country school and mostly because my daughter, Rose, who is friends with her daughter.
When we got to Teressa's place she was packing stuff up because they were moving house. For some odd reason most of the stuff was packed on the stair case, though not obstructive.
As she pottered around, i looked out of their lounge room window. They lived on a hilltop, overlooking all of our little town with a population of 3500 [in reality] [Her sister lives on a house on a hill that overlooks our town, but the house it the dream was nothing like hers]
I told her the view was breathtaking. And she said that the house hadn't been listed to rent yet, so if we want it, go see the estate agent now and it should be all ours.
I said, "Nahh, we own our house so we can't move into this one" Then she went to hang out some washing on the 'permanent' retractable clothesline that was right outside the window. I said "That must be a real pain to have there!"
I looked around the house and noticed that no matter how much they packed up, the amount of stuff they had didn't seem to diminish. But the house was huge and roomy, and a horrid light apricot colour [eeewww].

Teressa said she was having a party because she was turning 50 [I always thought she looked a little older that the 27 she told me she was, but 50??? i don't think so! yet in my dream i wasn't surprised.] Then she said that she was inviting everyone she knew but she didn't want me to go because i might dance and embarrass her. Apparently I'd danced in front of that window once before, and she didn't want me doing it again and in front of people. It wasn't even a "dance". More like a jiggle along to the music that was playing!
I felt really hurt by that. Not insulted, but left out and isolated.
Then Teressa went and sat with her friends in another room because the party was starting.
So i left, but i left the kids there because they were welcome, and expected at the party.
I walked home down a long winter road. There were bare winter trees along both sides of the road and the sky was grey.
Then i went to find my sister, Rochelle. She lived in a busy city, in a high rise apartment building and she was a bit of a jet setter with high profile friends. Her flat was small and the furniture was expensive.
There was this guy living with her who was tall and skinny with shoulder length 'dirty' blond hair. He was a business associate of hers but she also used him for an occasional shag. [Rochelle is happily married with a daughter, living in a suburb in reality]
We walked around a few streets and Rochelle showed me some sights. Then we went back to her place and the tall guy showed me his awesome tan coloured ugg boots that Kylie Minogue had bought him. On the right side of the boots were summer embroidered/appliqued scenes such as bushy trees and a sun. And on the left of the boots were bare winter trees and a moon.

My kids were back with me again, but younger. I stayed a couple of nights at Rochelle's but i was ready to pack the kids up and go home. The kids were playing on a child size plastic table and it was day time. They were by a window and a lovely summer breeze was blowing the light white curtain around beside them. I went out onto a balcony [and it was now night time] to text John and tell him that i missed him and i wanted him to come and get me. But the text wouldn't go through and i started feeling desperate because i couldn't reach him.
In the meantime, the tall guy shut the balcony sliding door and locked it. The curtains were closed and they couldn't see me out there while they watched tele. I knocked on the door to be let back in but they couldn't hear me, or pretended not to. So i lay on the balcony and tried to go to sleep.

And that's it :o)

Finding The Way Where?

I know this dream started a bit further back, but this is what i clearly remember:

I was in a church but the people were actually the cast of Neighbours. There was a party and someone declared that it was time for everyone to get their clothes off. The women would stand on one side of the room and the men on the other. Someone would turn the light off and the two groups would walk toward each other. Whoever they met up with first, they had sex with [I know right? In a church??? lol] This didn't actually happen, i just saw it happening in my head as if someone was explaining it to me.
I left the room and went upstairs to find my kids. All the kids that were there, including my own, were off watching a video or something.
I was standing in a bedroom [Where i realised the kids were someone else] and a male friend [in reality] came in and said he wondered where I'd got to. He had been downstairs to partake in the 'activities' down there but he said he had come to look for me because it was me he wanted to do it with.
So he got into the single bed and i stood by the bed, turned the light off and took my clothes off. I got into bed with him but didn't touch him. I didn't feel awkward. I actually felt really comfortable, i just didn't need to go any further with him. [I am not attracted to this guy at all in reality. I have never had a slightly impure thought about him at all! But there was one time, ages ago, that i saw him at the swimming pool. I felt a bit awkward about some male that i knew, seeing me in my swimmers. I am 370+ lbs after all. I never thought anything of it after that though, and when I've bumped into him i haven't thought about it either.]
As we lay there, one of his young pre-school aged kids came into the room. Apparently the kids movie had finished and the room started filling up with different kids. So i got up [and was dressed] and went off to find my kids.
When i found them, we [Me, Rose and Jason] walked through a market place where no-one was selling anything. At the other end of the market we got into a taxi. The driver was part Indian or Arab and he stopped at various places that we didn't ask him to,around the back streets.One of those places was a petrol station. But the station was a drive-through pub as well. The station worker [who was also Indian or Arab] gave the taxi driver a free stubbie of beer, and told him that they had too much beer so they were giving one away to each customer.
The kids and i didn't like the taxi driver, He treated us like we were bothering him somehow and he didn't talk with us.
I'm not sure what happened after that. When we left the petrol station, the dream kinda drifted off somewhere else after that that i don't remember.

House Of Sand

So where are these dreams right? lol

Ok, lets start off with a shocker. John reackons that whenever i dream about him it's bad. But it's not.I only tell him about the bad ones [and the naughty ones]. But here's one of the bad ones lol

Last night i dreamt that we had a house built. A real estate agent place built what we wanted and then sold it to us. John had said [in reality] that the next time we buy a house, he wants a two storied house. So thats what we had built. A huge open plan two storied house right on the beach, and it was awesome!
But i started noticing odd stuff. Like i would push a doorway on the second story and the house would sway a bit in the direction that i'd pushed, like it was rubber. I told John about it but he didn't want to hear it, because this was the house of his dreams and nothing could possibly be wrong with it!
I was worried that the house would blow over in a good wind. I kept asking John if we had insurance, but again he wasn't interested. Every time he was near the hallway, i kept running up to an end [bedroom] doorway to show him the swaying, but he wouldn't look.
Then i noticed that we didn't have any running water in the sink or bath etc. But downstairs there was a garden tap standing up in a patch of hard dirt [inside the house and by the back door] Rose [who looked the size of a 4 year old with very short hair] was filling up a plastic barrell from the tap. Her older sister, Alix [who was also small] ran off to leave Rose alone and Rose was scared about being downstairs on her own, she was yelling after Alix to come back. So i helped Rose and we went back upstairs together, where i told John about us not having any upstairs water. He just didn't want to know. It was like the house had seporated us, emotionaly.
In the meantime, he'd bought a little blonde foxy terrior type dog and a black kitten. Both animals were really small [What is it with the small kids and animals?]
The next morning the real estate guys came around and offered John 300 thousand for the house and John signed the contract. [That was about 60 grand more than we paid only days before]
I asked him why he signed without even talking to me. I thought we were partners? and he just said that it was done now so lets pack up. We argued, and it was the worst arguement of our relationship. Really bitchy stuff came out. The sort of stuff that comes out when you are 100% sure it's the end!
I got the shits with him and stormed off to his bedroom. He works nights so he had a sound proof room built just for him for when he sleeps during the day. I threw myself on his bed and under his pillow i felt some paper. I lifted the pillow to find porn magazines and i had a full on tantrum! i ripped pages out and threw them all over his room. It wasn't so much the naked women that bothered me, but the fact that he was using this room for more than sleeping. And what he was doing was robbing me.
One of the pics in a magazine looked just like someone i knew [but it wasn't] and i used that as my temper release on him.
I packed up the kids and left him because i couldn't deal with his all 'round emotional disconnection.

I went to someones place a few blockes away,who was having a party. I don't know what i did with the kids, but i sat at a picnic bench with strangers and got drunk. In the course of conversation, someone mentioned to me that our house was worth way more than 300 grand. It was worth at least 350.[even though it was swaying? lol] But John wouldn't go back on the contract because he didn't want to make waves.
I sat there with my double bourbans, thinking about where i was going to live with the kids. With what little income i had, what could possibly compare to the lavish house we'd just left? How could i make a secure home for my babies?
A freind of ours [in real life] was at the party, and they decided to sneak off to talk "some sense" into Johnny. He didn't say he was going, i just knew.
I ran out of booze and walked back to the house to get some money.
I saw our freind there and asked, "What are you doing here?!?" like i was insinuating that he and Johnny were up to no good [eewww] even though i knew they weren't. and ran back to the party. Everyone was ready to call it a night and go home, but i wasn't quite drunk enough yet, and still wanted to partay! But no-one else was in party mode, so i watched Babylon5 on tele [i've never watched an episode in my life].

And that's where the dream ended and i woke up.

Now, my dreams are so vivid and detailed, that i actualy need time to "get over" them after i wake up.
I woke up and Johhny was laying next to me sleeping, as he'd just finished a night shift. And i couldn't get out of bed fast enough! Poor Johnny lol

Reasoning....

I have decided to start a blog about my dreams as they are quite complex and graphic! Anyone assuming that they can interpret dreams would have a Field day with them! So by all means, If you think you can decipher a persons inner thoughts via their dreams, be my guest :o)