Monday night: Jade Puget (guitarist for the alternative band AFI) and I are sitting in my girlfriend and my apartment, he wasn't there when I went through my morning routine, getting the puppy and cats fed, getting breakfast for the both of us...the usuals...and then I came back into the living room he's sitting there with a cup of coffee in his hands, thanks me for it and tells me it sounds like my girl is in the shower. His girlfriend is now sitting on the floor playing with our puppy. He and I get into this long philosophical debate about the differences between what people seem to think they're going to be in life and what they actually wind up doing. I never actually managed to see his girlfriend's face but his face was very very clear.... Tuesday night: My girl and I went and saw a play at the Fabulous Fox in St. Louis, I don't know what it was but once again, there's Jade and his girl...I don't remember the conversation that they were having, they were sitting in front of us and I just know that throughout the entire play his little loose mullet like hair was hanging over the back of the chair and something in me wanted to run my fingers up the back of his head and back down again. I never did though, just curled closer to my girlfriend and reminded her how much I loved her. After the play, we were all getting ready to leave, the four of us recognized one another and started talking. I get a good look at exactly how RED his girlfriend's dress is (but I never see her face) and actually make a comment about it in the dream, she thanks me as he slides his hand over my shoulder, starts to say something with his lips really really close to my ear and then I woke up again. I actually had goosebumps from him touching me Wednesday night: As far as I can tell, I'm not even in this dream, I don't have any kind of contact, it's just like I'm watching a grainy movie. There's Jade of course and there's his girlfriend's voice but she's never actually there either. There's also a camera guy...unless I'm the one behind the camera but then again, I dunno. Everything is really dull as far as the colors go...at least in the first part. This one tends to skip around a lot...in the first part he's talking like he's on that show Cribs on MTV: showing off the kitchen, the bathroom where he sort of points at it and goes 'well you can imagine what that's for...' and then stops in the doorway of the bedroom and turns, looks up at me (camera) and smiles brightly before saying 'so that's the bedroom....and you can't go in there' and then closes the door, there's a click and someone laughs. The dream then goes to scene two, so to speak, where Jade is walking away from me, I'm damned sure it's me this time, now it's like I'm noticing everything...no more camera. The sky is dark, there's a wintery scene and I'm actually kinda cold standing out there, he's in a black dress shirt and slacks, standing out really dramatically against the brilliantly white snow that's cracking under his boots, the only other things that are black in that scene are the trees. He turns to me suddenly, laying his finger against his lips to shush me, I stop walking and just watch him. He takes another few steps before stopping, the scene shifts to one side slightly and he leans up, pressing his lips to a sculpture of MY girlfriend with this solemn expression before he drops his hand, looks at it and then looks at me again and shows me his hand. There's blood on it. And then I woke up, this time really freaked out ------------------- I don't usually have celebrity related dreams, the last one I had was about 6 years ago involving me running to Adrien Brody from Orlando Bloom *weird I know but it was explained to me to mean ultimately that I was running from my abusive boyfriend into the arms of my now 5 year girlfriend. So that one made sense but that was easy to figure out, why the hell am I dreaming about the guitarist for AFI? Help!? For those of you who don't know, this is what Jade Puget looks like: And the hair I was wanting to tug at:
It's gotten weirder...and continued on for another night.... Last night: Honestly, I thought I had escaped without having these weird dreams cause there was my usual string of strange colors, whirls of thoughts and everything else and then sinking down into blackness. I actually woke up twice before the dream started...same as the night before. Except this time, when he turned to face me, he held his bloody hand out to me, and when I reached out to touch him, I looked up at the statue of my girlfriend. It was crying tears of blood and as my hand touched his, I felt it just for a split second, just like I was really touching someone and then it's like I fell through him, there was a flash of light and then I was in darkness, sinking down further and further into pitch black, freezing water. There was ice above me, sealed up and there was Jade and my girlfriend, looking down at me. I'm sinking further into the water, mumble something and wind up swallowing water that feels like daggers in my throat, the last thing I saw before I drowned (I woke up) was him move, lean into my girlfriend, his hand slides into hers and the blood from his hand is still dripping onto the ice. What the hell does this mean?
Wow! I enjoyed reading these. What I get from them is sexual tension. The dreams were slightly erotic. The blood made me think of menstruation, which occurs when a woman is not pregnant, but in her child bearing years. The red dress also may be connected to menstruation and sexual passion. What does the red make you think of? What feelings did it create in you? Did you sense any violence in the imagery? If so, why?
I didn't think much about it meaning a woman being on her period actually...I'd like to know why I was drowning in darkness only to wake up laying on the couch with Jade running his hand over my bald head and asking me if I had any sugar.... To me, the blood on his hands from the statue...honestly I don't know what that means...that's one of those things that was bothering me..