The dreams with the other planet

This other planet is getting a considerable amount of Dreamtime. I wouldn’t usually mind but it’s visually boring and not much happens there. This is my fourth and fifth dream on the other planet. See 1, 2 & 3 here. Okay, so I am married to a half human, half cephalopod. We were married on an island and He asks me to support him as he returns to study and look after his child.

The dreams come as if working backwards on a timeline. First I were about forty and now, well, two weeks ago I found myself courting my husband and last week we were on our first holiday together.

Dream Four (05.09.20) I am young. Twenties young. I am wearing a tight fitting dress and heels. I am with my Boyfriend. We are celebrating something. We arrive at a club that is half empty. The sound is tinny as music bounces off the walls. The lights are too bright, club too big. I look around at the other people and notice the fashion is slightly off.

As we are on the other planet there are many various shaded beings. Most of the club goers have a reddish tinge like my boyfriend. It doesn’t shock me, I’m not at home on Earth and I have no prejudice. I’m more critical of the fashion which is dated.

We sit down in a soft plush booth. A bucket arrives with a bottle and two glasses. We cheers; We chat, giggle and hold hands. We are young, we are in love.

The club fills up into the early hours. My boyfriend holds my hand and leads me onto the dance floor. We dance pressed up against each other. He looks into my eyes and tells me he loves me.

Dream five (08.09.20): A day on the other planet last longer than Earth’s 24 hours but a year is shorter. The atmosphere is dry and the only water mass with tropical temperatures is on the other side of the planet. We head there on holiday, everyone does. We wander around cobbled streets and lane ways. We read menus on the piazza and book tables for later. There is no sunset to watch, it is bright all day. There is no sea just a flat stretch of water. We don’t swim, we sit on the edge and put our legs in.

Everything in the dreams happen rather slowly and I am always slightly bored but I never say anything to my husband. I want him to be happy. I’m very submissive, I do what he wants me to do. I am amiable and agreeable. I don’t say much. I am not really like myself. Maybe that’s what the dreams mean. If I were a nice girl I would be married. Cephalopod husband is always happy, in all the dreams. I consider his feelings first. I always want him to be happy.

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