dream about ex and d.c.

i had a dream that i went on a trip to talk to my ex. i told him it was wrong to have taken me through all these things and then lead me on and dump me last minute, when it has upset everything to do with my son. the groups involved had a responsiblity to straighten out what was made worse, i was going to say. i had my reservations but saw that there was no other way and the intention of most was just to screw me over all the way, and my son too.

i didn't see him in my dream. i went to some house, and there were 2 men there, white, and they looked at eachother like "oh no, we thought we'd gotten rid of her." he was around, the ex--but these guys looked really disgruntled that i was back. one looked like, "great! here we go again!" and was really upset about it. they sort of rolled their eyes and looked hard at eachother like they had never expected to see me again and their plan had failed.

i was telling one woman that i felt i hadn't asked for too much, to request faithfulness for at least "2 years" i said in the dream. i said, "how is that hard? someone can't commit to even 2 years worth? at least in a small town, that's all i asked for." i told her if he couldn't take it anymore after that length of time he could have divorced me but all i asked for was to have some respect.

then i was going around the corner and one of the men, who wasn't happy to see me again exactly, and i think these guys were some kind of intel or something, was around the corner in a shower room. one of the two was doing this, not the other one. he told this woman to go over and he opened his mouth. i wondered what in the world he was doing. i snuck behind a door and just peeked. i knew it was something sexual but didn't know what. then i realized, he was wanting to put her breast in his mouth. he asked her how much and she was saying, "one dollar for..." and "one and a half dollars if i..." and was just pulling her strap down.

then i went around the corner and it was like a tupperware party but women were selling silicone breasts. There were a few women around a table and on this table, a bunch of little bags. I picked one up and it felt like a gel pad for achey back. i put one to my chest and then, as the other women were talking about it, i put it then on my forehead. i started to think they really made great compresses. i had one on each cheek and one on my forehead. i was seriously thinking how great they were for my skin and was thinking about buying them and using them on my face while lying down.

then some men were walking by, like, from a pub or a conference or an organization. again, i had the impression they were some kind of intel. a few of them were exceptionally tall, about 6'6" or more. throughout, i had the impression they were all or mainly CIA. one started to name his nationalities. there were very specific surnames but i don't remember them all. he went on and on. "i am the _______ of ______of _________of __________, descended from the _______ of ________ of _______of ____________ and ..." and it was huge. but he was saying things like, "i am chippewah, and ______, descended from the 4th generation of __________, " and it was like a royal lineage but i couldn't tell because half of it sounded like royal native american and the other half i didn't even recognize. he was very tall, brown hair and white. then i looked at the other guy and it was the same and i was wondering how in the world these part-indian guys got SO tall and what the percentage of the mix was native american.

so all these guys were lined up, and saw i was in town, in d.c. again. i made jokes with different people and then said to someone as i was walking out, "i am going to have to fly over here on the weekends, just so i can feel normal the rest of the week in wenatchee." people were saying funny things again and quipping and it brought my old self out. but then i was thinking, "wait, it was dangerous for me here too."

and then as i was walking down this aisle with someone, out of a building, there was an old woman in the left corner. short white curly hair. retirred CIA. a hat on and large very dark sunglasses. she had a narrow chin and thin lips and was very white. she had white and black on. her hat was like a straw hat of some kind, and smaller, and she had a blouse on. some part of it was white, maybe the blouse, and maybe the hat was black. she had huge jackie onassis style tinted glasses on. i felt her watching me and she didn't frown or crack a smile as i walked by and out the door. she was just there, in the corner, and for some reason, interested in me. she didn't look like she was very nice, but she was just serious and almost 90 years old or something. she looked older. she was slim, and her face was wrinkled.