Someone was stealing my stuff. I confronted them. I thought that I could take the easy we out and let then steal my stuff and be done with it, or fight back. I chose to fight back and get my stuff back from them. As I started to wrestle my stuff back from the assailant it turned into a physical altercation. Then I woke up from the dream.
I think it's a metaphor about my life.
I was dreaming about my STBXW in here somewhere too. She was the first part of the dream. I seemed to be hiding from her or avoiding her. She caught up to me, and was all nicey-nicey to me, and giddy. I said, "Leave me the f**ck alone. Go away from me". She had the biggest look of disappointment on her face. And then left.
Then I was at some kinda Caribbean style bar/party or something. This was after I'd gotten away from STBXW. I was thinking about what had just happened between STBXW and I. I was hanging with STBXW H addicted brothers FGF's mom and having drinks (?). Then FGF and another friend or two of her mom's showed up.
