I was on a small airplane and we were getting ready to land. There was only one seat on each side of the plane and B was sitting across from me. We were returning home from our honeymoon. The stewardess said that she had an announcement to make that would take only fifteen minutes before landing. I had wanted to change my clothes before landing, but decided that this message the stewardess had was more important and changing could wait. She talked for some time, mentioning that at the end of the flight some ice cream would be passed out. When she was done talking, the pilot was just setting the plane on the runway. I was kind of annoyed that I didn't get time to change and that ice cream hadn't been served like she had said it would be.

I got off the plane and was in the anchorage airport even though it looked nothing like anchorage's airport. I was standing out in the hallway right next to a large supporting column and wondered where B was. I saw him heading back into the terminal. The terminal was separated from the rest of the hallway and building by a large spread of glass doors. I could barely see the terminal around the column, but I stood there and waited for B to come back out and see me, wondering what he was doing back in the terminal. I got tired so I sat down on a bench next to the tower on the side opposite of the terminal. And waited and waited.

Sitting there I saw an airport personnel pushing our planes luggage on a large cart towards the luggage claim. On his cart I saw my backpack and my blue duffel bag. After some time of waiting I got back up and looked into the terminal once more for B. I saw a few people sitting at computers and not one of them were B. He wasn't in the terminal and I didn't know where he had gone. But I did know that he had left me.

I walked around the airport looking for him or someone else I knew. I was crying because I had been left behind on our honeymoon. I ended up sitting down at a table in one of the food court places. I looked up briefly from crying and saw dad and aunt Cris heading in to a nice restaurant with their arms linked together. I cried out, "daddy!" but he didn't see me. Cris came over and asked me accusingly where my wedding ring was. I held up my left hand and screamed into her face that I didn't have one.

I got up from my table and walked away, stopping at a table closer to the entrance. On it were papers and my ring - I had left all of this stuff here while I was sitting and crying. I picked it up and put it on... but on my right hand. It looked like my wedding ring in the waking world, but in my dream it wasn't my wedding ring.

I walked through the airport corridors until Muffy Wise caught my attention and told me that there was a message for me on her answering machine. She led me to a table covered with many black answering machines, all of them blinking with messages. She left so I could listen to my message, but I didn't know which one was for me. Frank Wise was there and told me which button on which machine to push.

The message left for me was very professional and courteous. After B and I had landed in anchorage, we had planned to take a cruise the rest of the way home. The male voice on the answering machine told me that he was very concerned that I had not made the ship before it left. B had gone ahead onto the ship without me. This made me even more upset.

Then I was sitting in a large computer lab with some old high school classmates. One classmate, briar, had an amazingly advanced knowledge of computer programming. I had a problem with my computer and she fixed it for me in no time. Then she stood in the center of the room and did a ballet solo. I left feeling just as awful as when I went in there.

I was in a room talking with my pastor from when I was still living with my parents. He got a phone call and said that it was for me. I picked it up and on the other end was B. I began crying so hard that I couldn't catch my breath. I asked him over and over again why he left me at the airport instead of taking me with him. He laughed very hard at my crying. I became furious at him laughing at my hurt feelings and slammed the phone down. I had no desire to talk to him.

Next thing I know, I am on the cruise ship with B and the captain. B had gotten the captain to turn the ship around to come pick me back up. There was a bunch of other people in the small area. I saw one girl about my age and I asked B if he had slept with her. He answered with a 'yeah' in a tone that implied: "Yeah, of course - why wouldn't I?" I was devastated that he would do something like that to me, especially on our honeymoon.

I asked what room we were in and B told me room 1200. I ran for the room - it was right near where we were standing - and slammed the door. All I wanted was to be away from him. The door had two locks - one flimsy bathroom stall type lock in the center of the door and a dead bolt at the very top. All the while crying, I locked the stall lock just before B got to the door. He grabbed the knob on the outside and pulled and pulled until he broke the lock and opened the door. I somehow got the door closed again and managed to get the dead bolt locked. He kept pulling on the door and had it so that the whole thing was coming off of its hinges - the only place that held was that dead bolt.

I was crying so hard that I could barely stand. He finally got the door open and I ran down the ships hall as fast as I can. I came to a movie rental store on the boat. It was filled with people browsing through the movies. I found it odd that someone would rent movies on their vacation. I was running through the store when a man popped his head out from one of the aisles, stopped me and asked me where I was going. He seemed genuinely concerned. I told him as far away as I could get.

I kept going and ended up listening to one of those piano players slash singers slash entertainers. I was sitting pretty close to the piano trying to forget how terrible I was feeling and how poorly B had been treating me. The pianist played for a bit then stopped mid-phrase. He was missing some music... but this was all a part of the show. He began unfolding his music, then played what he had unfolded. Then unfolded it some more and played it some more. He unfolded it again and again until his piece of music took over the entire piano and he was able to complete his piece.

After he was done I sat in my seat, all alone, and cried until my throat and sides and stomach and heart hurt.

B, Melissa and I were all at Fred Meyers doing some shopping. They both decided that they didn't want to be there anymore and B would drive them both home. They knew that I needed to do some shopping done, so they were going to leave me. I was hesitant in saying ok because they were my only ride back home. They had thought about this as well, and said that they would send Damon back to pick me up.

They left the store and about five minutes later I was done shopping; I checked out and only had a few items in a small plastic bag. I kept wondering why they couldn't wait around for five lousy minutes. I walked outside, the day was very sunny and clear, but Damon was not sitting there to give me a ride. I decided that I would start walking, and surely he would see me as he drove by.

After walking for some time, I found myself inside an old choir room that was a part of a junior high school. Melissa, B, and a high school friend Tina were in there and were practicing playing the harpsichord with a few other people. Their teacher was middle aged and male. Each student didn't have their own harpsichord, but instead had their own section on one giant harpsichord. I stood by one section intending to learn how to play a little bit. One girl across from me had her slides and rods all positioned to play her part properly. The teacher came over and yelled at her for not trusting in the music to guide her. He then slid all of her slides back up to the very top and told her to play with the music - don't wait for the music to play with you.

I left and continued walking down the road expecting to see Damon pull over any moment. I now found myself inside of a small studio apartment. The floors were wooden but unfinished, and the ceiling insulation had not been covered. Three individuals - two females and a male, whom I do not know - were with me as if they were showing me their apartment. The ceiling was very very high, and in one corner had what looked like a stopper in it. I pushed up on the stopper with a pole to see what was on the other side, and then lowered it again. The male asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was looking for possible escape routes.

He somehow managed to climb up into the rafters of the ceiling. Now, instead of insulation, the ceiling was covered in long two by fours. None of which were connected to the rafters. As this guy walked along the ceiling, some of the boards threatened to fall from beneath his feet. I watched as he rolled around on top of the boards and almost fell to the floor. I turned towards the other two standing near the front door, the girl wearing nothing but pink panties. She was complaining that the neighbors walk around naked all the time and don't close their curtains. I looked at her attire and told her that she does the same thing. Upset, I left their apartment.

Resuming my walk, I finally made it all the way home. A man in a white painters frock ran from my left to a fence on my right as I approached the front door. He changed into a white piece of plastic and lied there at the fence. I went inside and saw mom and Melissa. Melissa was wearing a non-elasticized small bandeau-type top with skinny straps barely holding it up. I, quite upset, asked her why she left me at the store when it would have been only a five-minute wait. She didn't answer me, but turned to walk up the stairs. I yelled at her to answer me, acknowledge me. But she wouldn't. I fell to the floor, pulled my knees to my chest and wept quite hard. Mom came over and told me that Melissa means nothing by it and that I shouldn't get myself all worked up.

Melissa came back downstairs after changing her top into a tee shirt, and tried to act like everything was ok, but I wouldn't talk to her. Jake Wise came to the door, which was open but for the screen, and asked if we had a certain special key that he has been looking for. I told him that it was right by the fence, and it was white. He searched all around the key but didn't see it. I grabbed it and told him that this white piece of plastic was it. He was shocked but took it to his father, looking at it with wonder.

I was on a large tour bus, one of three busses traveling in a group, and we were going to park and unload in my father's back field. A large circular dirt driveway had been created just for these busses to unload. We were the first bus to arrive, and then the second followed. I helped with getting people and their stuff off of the big silver bus, and then went back for my bag. The bus was still filled with people and I found my bag under the very back seat.

I decided to wait for the other bus because B was on it. The scenery changed from my fathers back field to the middle of a warm city in the states. A lady I knew as my aunt appeared and brought me to her home, which was in a building just across the street. We entered the building and followed a convoluted maze to get into her home. Once we were in she picked up a remote control, hit a button, and the orange window shades rose. The place was full of college-aged people - mostly males. I figured that she was letting a lot of people stay at her place, and that it would be different than the last time I stayed there.

She told me that things were pretty much the same since the last time I had visited. I told her that I was still waiting for my fiancé who was on the last bus to arrive, and that I would go wait for him. She said that was fine and I left to go wait for B's bus; on the walk out of the building I realized that B was no longer my fiancé, but now my husband. [This all makes me realize (not within the dream, but from my waking memory) that I have dreamt about this place before, and that I had stayed with this 'aunt' with her orange window shades within the other dream at a time when I was merely engaged to B. The events were different, but the scene was the same. Somehow my dream knew that.]

I went back out to my fathers back field as the third bus drove up. The passengers unloaded themselves as well as their belongings, and yet B was not there. I turned and saw a male friend of B's sitting with his feet propped up on a table behind me. I knew who he was, but we were not friends. I asked him where B was and why he wasn't on the bus like he was supposed to be. He never looked up and gave me some story about B meeting a really hot broad and having sex and that's why he missed the bus.

I knew that he was lying about the story, though he wouldn't admit it. I reached under his leg and grabbed some flesh right at the point where the buttock meets the scrotum meets the thigh. And I pinched hard. I asked him again where B was. He, in much pain, told me that he had no idea. I released him, finally confident of his answer, and went to ask other passengers. I turned from the table and saw the bus and area deserted. I couldn't find B anywhere, and no one could help me.

I was standing over my brother Damon and holding a sword while he was leaning back over a chair, or something similar, with his hands behind his back. I felt/knew that we had both agreed to what was about to transpire. I lifted the sword and quickly brought it to his chest. The sword went into his chest as a very shallow angle, only piercing the skin, nothing more. In the process I had hurt my knee somehow - but it was not cut - and I could barely stand on it. He started laughing at my inability to carry out the plan, laughing at my incompetence.

I became angry from being laughed at so I brought the sword up again and plunged it straight into the left side of his chest just under the rib cage. I withdrew the sword and saw a small pool of blood form on his chest. Someone was now standing beside me and I wondered why there was so little blood. I attributed the lack of blood to internal bleeding, then turned and limped away because my knee was in such great pain.

I was then in my parents laundry room and saw that my sister Melissa was sitting inside of the washer. She was wearing many layers of clothes and had numerous blankets piled all around her, in which she had buried her face. I called her name a few times and got her to look up. On her forehead I saw three diagonal lines of hair going from one side to the other. The hair wasn't bushy at all, but was really thick, black single hairs about as long as an eyebrow all lined up in rows. I gasped and asked her what was wrong. She told me that they showed up when she was stressed... all she had to do was shave them off. I couldn't figure out why this oddity was so normal to her.

We were then sitting on the floor in a type of living room, though there were large barriers on both sides of us. It felt as if I were a small child sitting in between a large recliner chair and the wall... the space was very long and very narrow - just enough room for the two of us to comfortably sit. As comfortable as I could with my hurt knee, that is.

I looked up and to my left where I saw a handsome 20ish man's head as the front door opened on the other side of the barrier. He talked with my mother for some time then turned towards Melissa and I and asked if we would like to go to a party. Melissa accepted his offer but I was worried about her forehead hairs. I looked as she was getting up and her dark thick hairs were gone. Amazing. I really wanted to accompany them to the party - I was looking forward to dancing. I started to get up when my knee throbbed. Saddened, but in great pain, I had to decline the offer to the party. And I sat back down.

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