I’ve had a thought the other day, it was concerning dreams. The thought that crossed my mind was “Can you influence your bed partner’s dreams?” Well, I think the answer is yes.

Okay, I can hear you now. Well, True_George, how do you know? Because of an interesting experience that seems to confirm this phenomenon, well at least with me so far.

Had this woman stay by me for a couple of weeks. I knew her for couple of years, she even stayed by me for a couple of weeks during the COVID shutdown. Things started out well, but she started to get on my nerves with her drama and stupidity and I told her she had to leave.

Flash forward to the present day. I just moved into my house, but before I moved in I had a series of conversations with her, she tells me that she wants to move back to New York. A Lawyer that we know promised to give her a weekend job. She asks if she could stay with me until she gets her feet on the ground. I agreed.

The scenario was that she was supposed to work at the Lawyer’s office on weekends, and during the week help me with organizing my stuff, cleaning and cooking, and since we were sleeping in the same bed, have a little romance.

It all sounded good, but she did not come down on the day when she was supposed to come. She said that she was still organizing her stuff, temporary staying at her cousin’s house. She was supposed to stay there for a week, but that week turned into three weeks.

So, now the day that she comes, when she travelled from down south, it was a five-hour drive. It was late at night; I decided to get my 40 winks. But I had a habit of putting my phone on mute when I go to sleep. I hate being waken abruptly when the phone rings.

Don’t know how long it was before I heard the sanitation trucks outside picking up the garbage, I looked at the time and wondered if this chick had reached New York yet.

I just remembered that my phone is on mute, and when I looked at the phone, I saw that she had called me multiple times. Even in some of the messages she was complaining that she needs to use the bath room.

Oh shit, things have started off on the wrong foot. I called her back, and guided her to the location of the house since she couldn’t find the address.

When she arrived at the house, and got out of the car, she was pissed, she started mouthing off how she was almost mugged, and that she had to hold in her pee so long that it started to hurt. She was pissed off that the Spanish guy in the bodega didn’t allow her to use the bathroom, but relieved when the Pakistani guy at the hotel down the street allowed her to use the hotel lobby bathroom, otherwise she would have held the pee until her bladder burst.   

OK, it was my bag, I felt kind of responsible for that unfortunate experience, so I tolerated the bitching and complaining because if the phone wasn’t on mute, she would not have that unpleasant experience.

Things settled down, and in the next couple of days, she cleaned up my bedroom set, she cleaned up my pots and pans, she cleaned up my giant flat screen TV and my bottles of liquor. In essence the cleansing made my household items look brand new, and my liquor bottles gleam like they were just brought. She, organized and folded up my clothes, she even helped me empty out one of my storage units, and helped sort out the items that was wanted and unwanted, and giving me the idea rather than throw away the items and clothes that I don’t want, to donate them instead.

In addition, she cooked, all I had to do is by whatever we decided what we wanted to eat, and she took care of preparing the meal. I can tell you it was kinda nice coming home to a cooked meal, and someone to serve it to me, without even asking her to fix me a plate.

Wow, she is dedicating time to help me out, and even doing things that I did not ask her to do, or expected that she would do. Maybe she would make a good girlfriend.

At that point in time, you can call this a honeymoon period. So I didn’t pay any mind to certain things, which overtime started to crawl under my skin.

First of all, when you look at her face one may describe it has a sour puss, hell, even when my mother visited me, when I walked my mother back to her car, she told me that the woman looks like she is miserable and a nagger, that I didn’t need anybody like that at this stage in my life.

Well, she never had a sour puss before, perhaps she had a hard time down south, maybe the scowl will disappear when she cheers up a little.

Then I couldn’t help but notice that she was always wearing black, that when she would go outside in this fall weather, she always wore sun glasses. That she would not turn on the light in the room because she said that her eyes were sensitive when there is too much light.

She started complaining that the curtains that I had up was letting in too much sunlight, and suggested that I should get black out curtains that would block the light.

I also noticed that she would stay in bed during the day, curtains drawn and won’t do anything until I came home from work, where she would cook and do some cleaning.    

Did I invite a vampire into my home? She is sucking my energy, fiending on physical contact. Then again, I recognize classic symptoms of depression.

We would have conversations, then an argument would develop; I also notice that the same pattern would happen when she was talking on the phone with her friend. Whatever they were talking about would climax into an argument. This is how I knew that the behavior of being argumentive wasn’t just with me.

She even started to complain, every time she would do something. Not sure what she expected out of the deal. I also noticed that she was not going to that job at the Lawyer’s office on weekends.  

I asked her did she contact the Lawyer yet? She said that she called him multiple times, and he never return the calls. This is when I knew, either she was lying about the job opportunity, or the Lawyer don’t want anything to do with her. Its not the first time she called him for something, and he ignored her ass.

So, now I’m stuck with this broke ass, bad attitude, emotional vampire chick, who sounds like she is going through some mental crises, even though she may not recognize it.

Yeah, I hear you, what does all this nightmare girlfriend drama have to do with the dream phenomena that you are talking about.

Well, at the point when the drama, and her stupidity started to become more frequent, I was always thinking, “when is she going to leave,” or how long is she staying?”    

Out of the blue, she told me that she had a strange dream. She dreamed that her daughter, and her brother were talking to her, and that they were asking her, “When are you going to leave.”

She went into further details of the dream, saying that she was at a place that she felt comfortable, but for some reason, her daughter and brother were telling her that she should leave.

Would you believe that I got goosebumps, I said, “really,” I couldn’t believe that what she dreamed were my exact thoughts. Perhaps deep down inside she knows that her time and welcome was wearing out. Given that she has limited contact with her brother, and her daughter doesn’t want anything to do with her.

Both doesn’t go out their way to call her, and the only way she gets to talk with them is if she calls them. I have a good idea why.

I don’t want to leave you in suspense, but there was light at the end of the tunnel, an opportunity aroused for me to get rid of her once for all. Maybe one day I’ll tell what happened. Right now, this small piece was just an entry in the dream journal about how my thoughts were transmitted to her through the dream space.

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