Most of my dreams form a linked narrative over many nights. I revisit the same places, deal with the same people and live this other life almost every time I sleep. Well, in this alternate dream world James has cheated on me twice. Last night, I finally met one of the women he slept with, and she was really cute and sweet. Her name was Sonya.
It was a continuation of those other dreams I have, and he brought her to our house (not where we currently live--somewhere in California near his family). It was me who pieced together who she was: one of the two women he had cheated on me with. He seemed surprised, but later he confessed to me that he had told her that she could sleep in my spot in the bed because we were through. I remember going into the room late at night, laying next to her and telling her that when they had gotten together, he was still with me. She held me and said she was so sorry, and I told her it wasn't her fault: it was his.
But he didn't seem to care about what was happening. We were in the car, and I suddenly realized I was dreaming. I told him I was dreaming. I tried so hard to change anything around me, but it felt like trying to change the world right now: utterly impossible. I finally decided that the only way to "wake up" or change what was happening was to kill myself, and I started to look for something to make a noose out of. I was convinced that was the only way, but I also had these lingering doubts that I wasn't dreaming and that all I'd do was successfully commit suicide.
At some point, I also dreamed about these odd, small flying machines that looked like plane fuselages with no wings or tail. They were like sharp, sleek metal cones pointed upward, and smaller ones were used almost like fairground rides.