Split Personality 9-13-06

In this dream Karin and I are discussing our relationship. It is late at night and during our conversation and she keeps referring to herself as "we". The we she is referring to is a) the side of her I've known and loved and that has loved me and b) a secret side of her that operated as a split personality and that was only recently discovered. During the conversation she is continually saying we think this or we think that, and she was overall depressed.

We went to bed and woke up early in the morning. She went into the bathroom, while I woke up and was walking around naked. Our conversation picked up where we left off and she said "We don't feel like we have any value, we feel like the world would be better of without us." I knew she wasn't talking about her and I, rather, she was talking of herself and her split other. This angered me and I opened the door to the bathroom, she was clothed on her top half and naked from the waist down. She grabbed a towel to hide herself from me and sat down on the toilet. I was angry at what she said, and I angrily barked "There is no WE!". She immediately took issue with that. She knew what I meant, that I was saying there is no split personality within herself and I wasn't opening that door for actions she could blame on a side of herself that she had no control over. She rolled her eyes and gave me an expression I have seen often enough in real life to know what it meant, the expression said "oh, I take issue with that.. I feel totally the opposite." She said, "I know several clinical psychologist who will take issue with that. I slammed the door and walked away, thinking to myself that walking away wasn't the right thing to do, but it felt good and she just needed to get over it. It felt like the old me mode of operation.

I noticed at this point that the lower portion of my right leg, just below the calf, was all stained with blood: like I had dipped my entire foot in a pale of red dye. I noticed an old wound, that had previously healed, was now bleeding all down my leg. I walked out our door, still totally naked, and was now in a parking lot. Our place of living was more like a sleazy hotel. I walked across the parking lot to a gas station that was just to the right of our hotel and I had to walk slightly down hill to get there. I went into the small store that was a part of the gas station and looked more closely at my leg. While sitting there on a bench, it became more like a Wal-Mart store and Karin came in behind me, I felt different about our relationship now. Though we were husband and wife, we were very distant. She was dressed and looked nice on the outside, but as she looked at me, she had that look that said "You don't understand me".

Just as I was noticing this and trying to process it, my brother Kingsley came from the inside of the store and was heading out. He was dressed in long pants, no shirt, with a bow and arrow strapped across his sweaty body and he had ahold of Kayden in his left hand. He said he had just finished working out and he didn't know what was going to happen with his wife Jammie, but he was preparing for anything. He looked back inside the store and warned me his dad was coming. Then his dad entered my sight and told Kingsley, "...just make sure and tell me. I want to hear it from you" and he continued to rant about how no one ever told him anything. His voice was drowned out and I looked again at my leg. It was now bleeding fresh again, I couldn't really find the wound, but every time I rinsed off my leg, fresh blood was there again. I finally found the wound, and squeezed my leg all around the wound, squeezing toward the wound to make it bleed more, but to also help apply pressure immediately after as to stop the bleeding. It stopped, but I didn't want to disturb it too much, so a dabbed some toilet paper on it and started limping back to the hotel where Karin had returned. I was still naked and started to feel a bit uneasy about that.

I was hopping, favoring my right leg on the way to the hotel. About half way there I saw a car stop and an old elementary school chum, Steve Cummings, got out of a car and was having a discussion with 2 people about how he didn't want to take advantage of the $6000 off the car at this lot, he was already taking advantage of the $2000 off at the lot next door. I noticed his wife standing next to me, Suzy Gordon, that was her maiden name. She seemed disgusted and was there for moral support for me.

A sidenote about Suzy. Her previous husband was an associate pastor who had an affair and divorced Suzy to marry his lover.

I was now helping in Zack's classroom. His teacher was the teacher he had last year, Mrs. Leever. I again was naked. We escorted the kids to lunch, they ranched in age from 3 to 5, and upon my return to the classroom, Mrs Leever asked if I would get a janitor to come and clean up some feces in a little nook where one of the little kids had taken a hidden "#2". As I made my way to the office, the school looked just like the inside of my old elementary school, Washington Monroe. I made it to the office where I noticed Karin's mom was working. I could only ever see here from just above the bottom of her eyes up as she sat behind a partition. There were two other secretaries working and one of them asked what I needed. I told them we needed a janitor to come and clean up some feces.... he would need a mop and some sanitizer. I walked back to the room, Mrs. Leever was wiped out from the morning and taking a nap at her desk as she was kicked back in her office chair. The janitor came in and commented on how she must be tired and I woke up.