Crabby Justice

CrabI had a dream where my ex is involved in a shipping and receiving business that is less than reputable.  I want nothing to do with him but we are still tied to the same sleeping quarters.  He has taken the sheets and covers off the bed that we share and is having me sleep with paper towels as a cover.  I am tired and simply want my own space back in which to comfortably lay my head down.  He tries to convince me of the legitimacy of his new business but what he does not realize is that I can see through the false front.  I can hear the fire alarms sounding incessantly, and the conversations detailing their shady transactions.  I can also see their operations in progress.  What he does simply does not interest me anymore.  I know him for who he really is.  I just want to be removed from him.  It is very much a battle to see who is left standing in the end.  Seeing my lack of interest and my determination to stand my ground, he makes a comment to me telling me that I’m already dead. We are spirits, he says to me. 

 

I pause to reflect and in looking at myself. I become lucid in the dream.  Now with a sense of empowerment, I go after him and grab him by his coattails as he tries to run from me.  I held on and held on until I woke up with something scratching my face like tiny claws.  I opened my eyes and there in front of me was a female police officer with a venomous look on her face and very bad teeth.  In her right hand she held a crab by the legs which she shook at me in an effort to frighten and intimidate me.  She was obviously very upset with what I had done.  I was not afraid.  In a sudden move I leaped forward to grab the crab away from her in an effort to prove to her that her crab could not harm me.  I noticed her forearm was bloody from where the crab had clawed her hand.  She pulled back exposing her teeth at me like a mad dog.  I knew she was a lie.  Although she wore a police cap she did not stand for justice.  I let her know telepathically that I was not afraid of her and I knew who she was.  She remained there at a distance unwilling to withdraw completely from my presence.  I grabbed my voice recorder and began recording the details of what I had just experienced emphasizing verbally as a way of reinforcing my lack of intimidation and fear.  She then disappeared.