(Sunday, March 26, 2017)
I am in a castle that is inside a barrow, underground. I see the sun shine through the entrance to the upper earth. The interior of the castle is richly decorated with red velvet, gold and jewels. I am royalty.
My brother enters with two male friends, one of whom is my coworker Steve Adams. Steve is bald; my brother has bright red hair. I flip my silky locks between my fingers: “Look! I have red hair too!” But my hair is beyond compare, shimmering like metallic gold and copper threads. Magical. My flowing crown.
Suddenly I need to relieve myself. Defecate. I have trouble finding a private place to empty the waste from my body. Get rid of this SHIT!
Day notes:
This is another dream about my coworker Adam, the sexual predator. Before he lost all of his hair, it was red. But who is the real Adam in this dream? Bald Steve Adams? Or my red-headed brother? Both? Adam has to meet tomorrow with HR and Scott, the president of marketing. Many Scots have red hair, is that the clue?
Red hair: anger? Action? First (root) chakra?