14 Jun 2026
pages.dreamInterpretation.dream
I was being chased by a man and hid in my apartment bathroom while trying to call 911, but I couldn’t speak. The apartment looked like my real apartment, but it felt like mine in the dream instead of my mom’s. The dream then changed to a hotel room with my mom and aunt, and I had invited a girl who felt like my girlfriend. Later, my aunt questioned me about throwing away toilet paper, and I got defensive because she was digging through the trash. I then saw my mom doing her hair in the bathroom mirror, and I felt embarrassed and tense, then went back to bed.
I was in a white liminal hallway with red velvet floors, high windows, and repeating doors with pillars between them. I was poorly dressed (messy bun, black robe, hairy legs) and felt insecure. I saw Billie Eilish, who looked gorgeous and masculine-presenting, and I freaked out. She was cordial but a bit awkward with my intensity. She invited me to follow her down the hallway, but then other fans ran toward us for her event. I was led into the auditorium where she thanked fans, showed a film from her “Hit Me Hard and Soft” tour, and got emotional. During the hug line, I hugged her and latched onto her hand; she held on. Her hand was warm and slightly grippy. I felt like I was in heaven and amazed she held my hand. Afterwards, we sat down and she showed a movie.
I was in an unfamiliar public-school-like building where I was a teacher for half the class while an older woman was the real teacher for the full class. I taught math, then a girl claimed my desk, made a big deal, and I left the school. At the back, I met a girl who also skipped school, and we saw sports guys laughing like they were on LSD. We teleported to a Walmart where one guy was on the floor laughing, then teleported back to school. I got a phone call from someone whose last name started with G, not my mom’s Anderson, so I hung up. Then I got a text from my mom on Instagram with a photo of me and my girlfriend at the same hotel, with the ominous message “I know.” I went through many locked doors into a vault-like area, then into a pink, glittery, Barbie-style dream room. I “stole” Cheetos, chains, and a Hello Kitty item, threw them at the woman when she returned, and she accepted my excuse. I explored her bathroom, found a tile that lifted into a hidden place, commented on a pink butt plug, and she was flattered. I put on glittery pink-and-black lingerie (off-the-shoulder, flowy), she said I looked pretty, and we got intimate on the bed. The woman wasn’t Billie Eilish but felt familiar. The dream felt rebellious and awesome.
