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Dreamt i was popping pimples on ex husbands face we had an awful marriage and divorce he is a narcissist i dream about him most nights dear your subconscious self is tugging at to urging you to reclaim what you personally lost in the relationship the pimples are representative of something intangible and they are on his face because in your mind he holds the key to them the reason you are popping the pimples is because you are trying to reclaim something when we lose a relationship we often lose a part of ourselves along with it perhaps that part of us is too closely associated with the relationship at the time and it was too hard to hold onto at the time of the breakup you are finally acknowledging the void the relationship has left for you when you cast off some of your traits these things are not something owned by your ex but perhaps some positive personality trait important activity or personal ambition that you threw away when you left the relationship

Dreamt i was popping pimples on ex husbands face we had an awful marriage and divorce he is a narcissist i dream about him most nights. Dear, your subconscious self is tugging at to, urging you to reclaim what you personally lost in the relationship. The pimples are representative of something intangible, and they are on HIS face because in your mind he holds the key to them. The reason you are popping the pimples is because you are trying to reclaim something. When we lose a relationship, we often lose a part of ourselves along with it. Perhaps that part of us is too closely associated with the relationship at the time and it was too hard to hold onto at the time of the breakup. You are finally acknowledging the void the relationship has left for you, when you cast off some of your traits. These things are not something owned by your ex, but perhaps some positive personality trait, important activity, or personal ambition that you threw away when you left the relationship.

Sleep is a naturally recurring state characterized by reduced or absent consciousness, relatively suspended sensory activity, and inactivity of nearly all voluntary muscles.[1] It is distinguished from quiet wakefulness by a decreased ability to react to stimuli, and is more easily reversible than being in hibernation or a coma. Sleep is a heightened anabolic state, accentuating the growth and rejuvenation of the immune, nervous, skeletal and muscular systems. It is observed in all mammals, all birds, and many reptiles, amphibians, and fish.

We are what looks like John and my old house. John isn’t there. It’s dark, there is always spiritual activity here. I have grown accustomed to hearing and feeling it, but I don’t enjoy it. I feel threatened here, and often that the spirits are trying to kill me. Katie and I are sleeping together in an unfamiliar kitchen, on a table. Pulses of energy start to transcend from the walls towards the other side of the house. She is scared, so I hold her hand and tell her that I have done this before, that I know what this is, and that I will keep her safe. There is a dishwasher underneath us that keeps shutting off. I have to manually press buttons until it goes again. This feels important to me. Katie asks me often what is happening, and why. She tries to blame the wind. I keep looking up at these slitted windowless cut-throughs at the top of the wall. They appear to be letting air in, but I know that's not why the house underneath us is shaking. We hold on, and I help her get through it. Cut to my Mom’s house. We are talking about the ghosts. I throw eggs on the floor, and so does she. All of them break open, and some of them are spoiled as they hit the floor. She cleans them up, but there is always still residue. I try to help clean it up better. We are sitting at some sort of Pep Assembly. Top Gear (Britain) host starts talking, donating money to an organization. He donates a particular amount, and then does a double take, acting like he is going to give them more. Instead, he jests about giving the second amount to “Jesus Christ.” Nick, my sisters and I all snort at this, I seem to be filming the event. We can hear murmurs of people agreeing, when someone gets my attention. An old school teacher who was religious speaks up and asks if we should have ‘the talk.’ I look down and tell her no. She sits back, and my Mom appears, telling me that she wishes I would let “Jesus Christ” into my life. I coldly disagree with her. Cut to her house. We continue to have the argument, and she claims she wants me closer, and that ‘god’ will make me stay close to her. I disagree, but don’t mention anything about agreeing to stay close. I tell her that John’s mom has a way of making him stay close to her.

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