Dream: Texans get in my face.

There was another dream about Dir en grey, and again, the lead singer was nowhere to be found. I knew that I was having a dream about this again, and wanted to go down and ask them what on Earth all this was about, but I don't remember anything else about the circumstances.

The next dream took place at my mother’s house, and it involved these two loud men I seem to categorize as Texans (no offense to Texans in real life). They were large men, tall, wide, wearing hats Don Imus would approve of, and got in my face to try to intimidate me. They kept coming in my mom’s front door (which we usually don’t use at all) and I kept telling them to leave and locking the door on them. Then one would come in the back, and unlock the front for the other one to get in. I told them I would call the police because not only were they trespassing, they were entering a home without permission. One of them leaned down to be more in my face, shouting “don’t you tell me what I can and can’t do, missy! Don’t try to tell a former police officer the law, I know the law.”

I raised myself on my tiptoes to be more in his face, planted my hands firmly on his shoulders, and directed him outside with gentle but firm pressure. I locked the door, but it didn’t stay totally closed, and he opened it again, so I slammed it shut this time before he could enter. It was a long tiresome process, but they finally stayed out.

I remembered thinking in the dream that I had to be resolute to stand against them, not to give one inch because they were unjust, but I did not know how to do so without pushing them away because they would not stop shouting, even when I was quiet and listened.

I also had a dream that I was in this apartment looking at the bathroom mirror, and I was very obese in the mirror, and I was shocked, since I remembered looking in the mirror yesterday and I was not so. There was also something with tapers for piercings that I managed to hide before I was “taken.” I’m not sure where I was taken, or by whom, but it seemed as though I was physically moved. The tapers were not just regular tapers, they had some kind of mystical ability that I equate somehow with chakras, maybe helping them open wider (that would be the logical interpretation).