Melatonin dreams
I had another vivid, strange dream while taking melatonin. In it, I encountered a distant relative on my mother’s side, someone I haven’t seen or been close to since they were a child. She appeared strikingly different-taller than me, with an androgynous yet elegant figure. Her hair was styled voluminously, her face was flawlessly feminine, but her body had a slender, almost masculine look. She wore fancy, revealing bottoms and walked with a mix of confidence and grace.
The setting was a dorm-like space, and she was surrounded by friends, including her lover, a woman she affectionately kissed. A blonde woman, possibly her roommate, briefly spoke to me before declaring she didn’t like me. I asked why, genuinely curious, but she ignored me and walked away, leaving me feeling awkward and out of place.
Noticing me, my relative approached with a sensual, controlled energy. She greeted me warmly-too warmly-kissing my neck and wrapping her arms around me in a way that felt both elegant and unsettling. Her demeanor wasn’t overtly sexual but had a subtle, masculine-feminine balance that gave her an almost otherworldly presence.
She led me into a sleek, futuristic kitchen full of high-tech appliances-a slushy machine, a hot cocoa maker, a tea dispenser, and more. She made herself a drink from the slushy machine, and though I watched closely, she didn’t offer me anything, which irritated me.
The dream ended there, but I had the distinct feeling that my relative embodied something devil-like-a figure blending masculine and feminine energy with cool elegance but simmering anger beneath the surface. I believe the blonde woman’s rejection was meant to demoralize me, making me more vulnerable to the relative’s influence. Even as I tried to connect by reminiscing about her childhood, she dismissed me with disinterest.
The setting was a dorm-like space, and she was surrounded by friends, including her lover, a woman she affectionately kissed. A blonde woman, possibly her roommate, briefly spoke to me before declaring she didn’t like me. I asked why, genuinely curious, but she ignored me and walked away, leaving me feeling awkward and out of place.
Noticing me, my relative approached with a sensual, controlled energy. She greeted me warmly-too warmly-kissing my neck and wrapping her arms around me in a way that felt both elegant and unsettling. Her demeanor wasn’t overtly sexual but had a subtle, masculine-feminine balance that gave her an almost otherworldly presence.
She led me into a sleek, futuristic kitchen full of high-tech appliances-a slushy machine, a hot cocoa maker, a tea dispenser, and more. She made herself a drink from the slushy machine, and though I watched closely, she didn’t offer me anything, which irritated me.
The dream ended there, but I had the distinct feeling that my relative embodied something devil-like-a figure blending masculine and feminine energy with cool elegance but simmering anger beneath the surface. I believe the blonde woman’s rejection was meant to demoralize me, making me more vulnerable to the relative’s influence. Even as I tried to connect by reminiscing about her childhood, she dismissed me with disinterest.