Tell Ev'rybody That Y'Know

I can’t let Barnes be the onliest one talking about his dreams in cyberspace. Though mine are of a more personal and serious nature. And do not involve old Nickelodeon game shows, the Manning family or Oreos. Two nights ago, I had a dream about Heartbreak and I. (Seeing how as I called her Amor on here while we were together, she shall heretofore be known as Heartbreak.) It was pretty fucking trippy.
For whatever reason I was at what could most positively be described as a burlesque house. And she was there. I don’t mean to imply that she’s working there, but she was there. And I wanted to talk to her, but the other girls were keeping me from her. Then I finally broke away and she and I got to speak. We were on a revolving floor that made a similar path to the Whip at Kennywood. I kept getting pinched by the moving parts while sitting on it. So I got off the ride. Then we ended up in a grocery store [I think] and continuing out conversation, none of which I could hear in my unconscious.
Last night I had another one. We were talking [for realsies] before I went to bed and it didn’t finish on a particularly good note, but it wasn’t like we sent each other to hell. So it was on my mind when I lay out as ‘guy on the couch’. This time I was at her house, I guess. It was someone’s house and again I was trying to talk to her. This time I was kept from her by her brother, the one that would be protective of her, and one of his friends. Thing was, this friend was a huge Irishman. So I had to deal with this giant mick who wanted to kick my ass instead of letting me speak to Heartbreak.
As I needed to cool out, I went to this room where there was a stage. It was a big auditorium that looked similar to the one at Stevens. I went there the first time after her brother told me I couldn’t see her and not to come back. That time I went I was the only person there and I did some relaxation exercises. The second time I went after going back to the house and was confronted with the big red head. We exchanged some words and he threatened to kill me. I told him to try and I realized I was in an Irish bar surrounded by a bunch of his friends, so I decided to retire to my happy place to relax. This time there a rehearsal was letting out and I had to contend with them. It kinda irked me but I went to the backstage are and tried to relax again.
And that’s where it ended. I had no real resolution to what was going on. We never got to speak. I didn’t get to relax that second time at the theater, and I don’t know what the hell that means. But in summation, girls at a house of ill-repute, her family and the Irish were against me speaking to Heartbreak. If you have any idea what any of this means, please let me know. I have no clue…