4 Jul 2024
Dream
I was living in this unfamiliar shack-like house with my abusive ex-boyfriend. There was this unfamiliar friend or neighbor with whom we were friends. It seemed like he was primarily a friend of mine, and my ex tolerated him. One day money was really tight, and my friend had a safe with a few dollars that my friend gave me access to. One day, while my friend was out of town, I took some cash from my friend’s safe cause I needed the money for something urgent. I think it was to pay some bills, and I was low on cash.
Sometime later, one million dollars was deposited into my account somehow. I don't know how or why, but it seemed like a blessing. My abusive ex knew about the money deposit before me. It was like he had access to my money somehow, which gave me this feeling of our waking life relationship where he didn't have manual access to my accounts but, towards the end of the relationship, pressured me to get a joint account with him, which thankfully I left him before we ever got that account. Whenever I got paid, he saw it as we got paid. He manipulative forced me to use my money to support and take care of him throughout our entire relationship. In the dream, I was still the breadwinner, and my ex was still financially taking advantage of me. Anywho, after I learned of the one million deposit, I checked with the bank to let them know I didn't deposit the money and what would be the repercussions if I used it, and they assured me if it wasn't meant for me, their insurance would take care of it.
When I returned to the house, this unfamiliar friend came over and told me he needed help. My ex had my wallet for some reason, but I told him to give him money; I repaid him for what I used from his safe and plenty more in his time of need. My ex sneered at him and thought of him as a user while he handed him the money. But I wanted to help my friend, especially after using some of the money from the safe. I felt good after I gave him the money, and he was very thankful.
Later on, I started packing up to leave. I didn't have much to pack, just one bag and a few things. While I was packing, I knew I wasn’t going to come back. My ex didn’t realize it and thought I was leaving for a little bit. But with this new money in my account, I felt more empowered and free; I was officially getting out of there. My ex was building something around the house while I was packing up my belongings. I remember the house being very broken down and only having one room. It was like shack-like. When I was ready to go, I went to my ex, who told me to give me my wallet. He handed over half of my wallet. I told him to give me all my wallet, including my debit card with the money in it. He handed it over, and I remember that he looked very despondent. I grabbed my wallet and checked that I had everything before I left. I don't remember seeing me leaving, but somehow, I knew that I did and that I would never return to this broken-down house or back with my abusive ex.
