I lived in this giant mansion, filled with the children of rock stars. It was kind of like a boarding school, i had a room that i shared with a couple of kids, all about high school age- I'm pretty sure I was high school aged too- and it had tall locker like cubbies for us to hold our things, and was attached to a giant bathroom with these fancy shower stalls and 4 sinks in front of this giant wall long mirror. And since we were all the children of rock stars, i guess we were super vain, cause that's where we spent most of our time. Well, in the giant bathroom, and this downstairs rec room.
All of our mothers lived there, and they mostly just hung out and partied, and left all of the older kids to look after the younger kids, and it was always a bid deal when one of the dads came home. We were all really close, and kind of all had favorite 'parents' that weren't really ours. My favorite parent was a rocker mom's current husband, who was named Chaim, and was a mix of Gene Simmons and Mick Jagger. In my dream, I knew this, he was both people combined. And he was super cool, and we were pretty close, and he came home, and we're all pallin it up and chattin and laughin, but I felt strangely empty.
So, Chaim/Gene(who's real name actually is Chaim, by the way)/Mick goes to bed, and it's super late, so I'm climbing the stairs out of the rec room to go to bed as well, when one last dad comes home. I get super overcome with emotion, cause I know who it is. It's my biological father,I haven't seen him face to face in years. His name is Tyler, and I know he has another name, and my brain was searching so hard for it, but I couldn't find it, and I decided it was ok, cause he doesn't need two names. I'm running up the stairs as he's putting his bags down in the kitchen, and he hears me, so he starts down them(this is one of those forever staircases that only happen in dreams) and I crash into his arms, and he's holding me on the stairs, and I'm glad, cause my head settles right under his chin, and anywhere else we would be the same height. I'm kinda sad because of how old he looks, and I giggle cause he's dyed his hair red, and he kisses my forehead with his huge, monsterous lips, and I burst into joyful tears, because I love him so much, and I am so relieved to have him home, and I just feel so safe.
At the same time, I'm kind of amazed that he knows me, and that I'm his daughter, cause he has all of these legitimate daughters that he spends all of his time with, and we don't see each other much, and sometimes I'm afraid that he'll come home and not recognize me. But we're best friends, and as I talk to him, he really listens, and cares, and again, I'm just overwhelmed by all of these emotions, and the feeling that he loves me, just as much as those other, a little more legitimate daughters.
I tend to feel things ten times more strongly in dreams than I ever would in real life. Do you do that? Is in normal to feel super strong emotions in dreams? Cause I can't remember the last time i was so content and calm. So much so, that even in my waking hours, where my dad's name is David, and he's not really and international rock god, and I'm not in high school, and I don't have a couple hundred half siblings that I live with in total opulence, I'm still carrying this awesome sense of calmness and security, and I've kind of got this feeling of 'I can do anything", all left over from this dream last night.
Dreams are just crazy like that I guess.
Especially when they're about Steven Tyler being your father.
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