the latest dream…

Really, I should be putting all of these dream entries in their own category, or use my Dreamjournal. Anyway…
Last night’s dream was a three part sequence. The first part was a conversation with Suzanne and I. Somehow Suzanne and I had found each other in “dream land” and I was telling her about what was going on with me for the past year. From the Ren Faire last October and my promise to Judy that I wouldn’t see Suzanne again to what happened at the Dickens Faire, the After New Years Eve fiasco in Sacramento, Valentines Day and my eventual breakdown, Tim’s wedding, and me going into theropy. Basicly, I told her how my life had broken down since we broke up (still hard to type that). So I’m telling her all of this, but I’m also holding back the rest of my dreams and thoughts by creating a kind of psychic bubble around us so I can focus on talking to her and not loosing her into the dreams/thoughts that are swirling around us. Eventually, the strain is too much and the bubble collapses and she goes away.
The second part is that I’m in my room, but it is a different room in a different house. There are two doors in my bedroom and it is a two story house. So I am getting ready to go out and I hit the dining room table on the way out. This sheet falls from the table and it was covering these newspapers. On the front cover of these newspapers are pictures and articles of Suzanne. One is of her at the Ren Faire, one is her playing softball. Another one is of her whole family with a picture of their house, that has been completely remodeled and is selling for $1 million dollars. But the biggest one is a picture of her and how she was in an accident. I don’t remember how she was injured, either by being run down or shot. She did survive and she was O.K. though. However, I get really upset that Barbara hid these newspapers from me. So I go up to my room and lock the doors and hid under the cover in my bed. The locks on the doors don’t wok that well and my roommate Mark comes barging in. I start throwing things at him and run him out of my room. Then I start barricading the doors with my dressers and my bookcases. I overheard Mark and Barbara talking outside, with Mark telling Barbara that I had snapped or something. So Barbara tried opening the door to talk to me (there was a hole in one of the doors where she could reach in and unlock the door. But the dresser was too heavy for her to move. And I started screaming at her, about how she hid the newspapers about Suzanne from me and why did she have them in the first place (Barbara has bad eyesight and doesn’t read the newspaper). She was trying to explain to me but I kept on yelling at her and told her that she just needed to mind her own business and leave me alone. Then my blanket started to move and Nutmeg, one of Barbara’s cats crawled out. She was agitated, but she let me pet her and stayed in the room.
Now the dream gets weird, because my parents came into the room and talked to me and calmed me down. I don’t remember what they said to me. Then I opened one of the doors and with some boxes, created a way to get to my other room on the next floor. I just remember that this room was darker than my first room, but had a window in it.
The last dream was the wierdest of all. I just remember bits and pieces of it, but I was at some kind of sports event, then it turned into a bridal parade. I was like the best man…actually I was the maid of honor because I was defending the bride against the best man for the groom. I just remember that I had some kind of polearm and me and the best man were poking each other and pissing each other off and that I really didn’t want the bride to marry the groom. Then I woke up.