I am dancing with a man with blond hair and beard on the roadside by a shed, at my family home. It's the comedian Keith Lemon who I can't bear in real life, but in the dream I have none of the associations at all and I'm friendly. He gets closer and closer and kisses me, he's very passionate. I feel attracted to him. He says something like you've got to try things out, I say to him this experience is ok, because I'm exploring understanding the world through direct experience rather than thought. Then he gets into a white van and leaves, it's evening.
I go inside the house and look in the mirror and I'm horrified to see my right eye is so bruised and swollen it's closed, then I notice my other eye is also swollen but not as black and distorted, in fact my whole face is totally beaten up and I have a red rash on my chest, I momentarily wonder at him kissing me looking like this, but mostly I'm just in shock at the state of my face and the severe damage. I'm saying beaten up as it's the only time I've seen faces look like that.
Another scene I'm outside another house with my grown-up niece, she's sleeping in an animal burrow with her feet sticking out. I notice then in a part of the garden the ground is made from Madeira cake instead of soil, it looks golden and perfectly baked I taste a bit. It starts to rain. I take out an umbrella, a younger neice arrives all happy and excited as she always is.
I am inside in the family home kitchen, this older niece is sitting at the table crying because she's missing her granny, my mother, which shocks me really; I can't say anything, because I don't miss her at all and it won't be possible to explain to my neice, nor do I want to, how badly she treated me.. So I just comfort her for her own pain..
*edit - one thought I have.. given I dreamt of the stalker the previous night who 'would return'..
..that this was an example of my inability to recognise dangerous men, so in the dream I am not tapping in to my knowledge that I dislike and distrust this man. I believe I am exploring but he's really calling the shots, not me.
I end up with a severe beating. I know it could be interpreted on many different levels, but as the stalker dream was so powerful, it doesn't seem too much of a stretch to think this man might have been the return he promised..