posted May 16, 2009 11:22 AM         

I remember being tied up in a chair listening to her. That disturbed middle-aged woman, with long and unkempt hair, piercing me with her intense eyes, puffy and dark all around with that desperate and insane look. She was telling me how unfair life had been with her, how bad everybody was... She was a loner that had gone crazy... She was obsessed with success in the fashion and design world... She had been ignored by the world, she said she was an undiscovered genius but nobody would pay attention to her and her creations... She showed some of her designs, they were all around... we were in her little shop, a shop that nobody ever went in... She then told me that she had been trying to contact "Mrs Kelly" for months (maybe years), a famous designer, because she believes that they could work together, that if she gave her a chance she could be famous too... but this woman would never reply any of her letters or retun a phonecall... she even sent her samples...

Then I saw the rest... She showed me a bed where she kept several (five or six) young and beautiful women drugged, tied up and gagged. Her voice turned sharp and mischevous, full of pleasure... She's planning to kill us all, first them and then me, as a revenge on the world... She gets a kitchen knife out... she says that she will skin them... I felt a surge of terror... The place was dark and quiet... nobody would know, nobody could help us... It was not our fault, we didn't cause her pain...we were inocent...

Then one of the girls in the bed woke up... and then another... they both struggle... the first one got free from the bed but was still tied up... The girl fights, the disturbed woman plays with her as if she was her prey... I stand up... I'm less aggresive than the other girl... The woman starts playing with me... control games to feel powerful... the knife against my skin... on my face... my heart jumps... I'm so scared... we keep her busy and entertained to gain some time... it's a dangerous game... while we play her game we will be alive...

And the police arrives, cordoning off the place... the shop is a methacrylate module, like a transparent plastic box...

The game stops, she starts to be very nervous... For some reason I can escape... I don't remember, she may let me out... to get her something...

I make them bring Mrs Kelly. She is a distant, elegant and very beautiful woman, blond as all the girls kidnapped including myself. I run like mad from one place to another, looking for the Chief of Police. Nobody appears to realise how important that woman (Mrs Kelly) is in the outcome... I have to save those girls, I have to stop that psychopath killing them... And Mrs Kelly will do the trick... she will make her forget for enough time for the police to get in and free the hostages... I remember shouting to the Chief of Police, even insult him to make him react, to catch his attention...

posted May 26, 2009 04:04 AM         

My life is stressful at the moment... A lot of emotional pain... I hadn't been sleeping well so I went into a deep sleep and then dreamed...

posted May 27, 2009 10:46 AM         

these are words you used to describe the mad woman (mad) woman......

intense
desperate
unfair life
ignored
undiscovered

Perhaps she is just an exaggerated version of how you feel about yourself at this time, or your fear of what you may become.

you said:

The woman wouldn't contact her back

Do you feel as though you have reached out to someone, or for something and it has not gotten you anywhere?

You were: drugged, tied up, and gagged

these are states in which we are physically unable to do anything, but for you can mean that at the moment you feel that you are unable to do anything, that is manifest what you want.

BUT:

there was as you say AN AWAKENING

you were in a transparent box.
so..think outside the box, you can already see through it!

posted May 27, 2009 12:32 PM         

Thanks!!! There was something boiling in my head and you just put it into words…

Yes, I feel I could become a version of that woman in a way… because I feel undiscovered. I feel forgotten by life. Chastised. Unfairly treated. Ignored by the universe. Yes, and somehow desperate.

I feel I can become a kind of twisted and resentful creature, a rogue…

There is a part of my phyche, a force that feels this way… I have very recently been betrayed by someone I truly trusted and loved…

Yes, I feel as a victim… tied up… unable to cry out loud what I know… because I know that he is a liar… that he used me… that he made me believe that he cared for me because I served as a public image to hide his shameful truth… something I know and I cannot tell anyone… I was just a cover for him whilst I really trusted and loved him…

I reached out to him and it didn’t get me anywhere… I reached out to the universe, I had faith for the very first time in many years… and it didn’t get me anywhere.

Yes, in my dream, first it was all dark… I couldn’t see through the walls… but then I realised the shop was transparent…

THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX??? That’s actually a good message for my unconscious to give me… I don’t know how to use it yet… but maybe it will make sense at a point in the near future…

Mrs Kelly is distant, cold, perfect… She is the image of success, of what I cannot reach…

posted May 28, 2009 06:14 AM         

Yes, I suppose the other girls are the other “myselfs”… Kill them, more than kill them… skin them off… Make them evolve, as the snake looses her skin… (Curiously, I’m a snake in the Chinese horoscope…).

The psychopath, the hurt side of me, the traumatised and tortured part of my psyche, wants some “young and naïve” aspects of myself to evolve… Hmmm… Clever…

What about that girl in the dream that was “me”, the one my conscious was inside of… I watched the scene from her eyes… My conscious? My ego? She was the one sorting the problem out… bringing Mrs Kelly (success), calming down the hurting and vengeful element… getting out of the box…

And what about the Chief of Police? I had to insult him to draw his attention, to be heard…

posted May 28, 2009 10:46 AM         

The Cheif of Police may represent the man with whom your relationship just ended. He wasn't LISTENING to you, to your heart. In the dream you insulted him, perhaps that is an unconscious desire to insult the man in real life. You maybe have not put to rest all the things you felt. Sometimes closure for one is not closure for another. So this we work out in dreaming what we cannot say in real life, due to extenuating circumstances.

posted May 28, 2009 11:44 AM         

Regarding the Chief of Police… I don’t think he is the man that hurt me… He means something more generic… I shouted at him only because he was not paying attention to me… because I knew how to save the girls but I couldn’t do it myself… because he was ignoring me and I had the solution… It wasn’t out of despise and pain…

Could it be the male gender? Or the Universe? Or the external power?