Last night I dreamed about a young girl in love with a drug dealer. I wasn’t the girl, or the boy, but there was a lot of family interfering on both sides, and she was very young, but they were very much in love.
There was a lot of swelling water… the sea, the sea…
About a month ago, I dreamt I was in love with an older man. He was very wealthy, very successful, handsome and confident. We had been in a relationship awhile and he loved me, but our relationship wasn’t exclusive.
I didn’t mind. I had to accept him the way he was, not the way I wanted him to be, so I learned not to get upset over the other women.
Our relationship was beautiful. He was warm, caring, 100 per cent supportive, always there for me when I needed him, and vice versa.
Then he got involved with another woman, and it wasn’t a fling like in relationships of the past. She was insinuating herself into his life.
I got very, very angry, and pitched a right tantrum. He had never seen me get angry like that, and it shocked him. At the end of it, I told him I had had it, and didn’t want to do this this way, his way, any more. I dumped him.
Some weeks later, he began to woo me in every way possible, but I resisted for a long while until he finally broke down the wall.
We sat on this wide king sized bed, I sat in his lap and just basked in the glow of our reunion, and of this HUGE fucking diamond ring he bought me as proof of our engagement. He promised me fidelity, and that was the real gift in the relationship.
Later, he said he was taking me to dinner, and it was still light out. We drove by this field with almost twenty white cars in all kinds of makes, Mercedes, BMW, Land Rover, Jaguar, on and on, ALL WHITE. We got out to look at them, and he told me to choose one, because one of them was part of my engagement present.
I started screaming and laughing, and jumped into his arms and he held me and kissed me, and told me he liked to see me happy and enjoying myself.
Then I woke up.
Dream Dictionary on lovers, rings, marriage proposals and cars.