Tall trees & swooshing water

I am running away from K., my ex-husband. He is fribbed out on drugs, and has two goons with him, and I am scared shitless. I am running over a field, but it's first thing in the morning, and I'm petrified that my feet are leaving a trail in the dew encrusted grass. I reach a forest, and can hear the men behind me, chasing, jeering & laughing at me. I find this huge tree, with branches everywhere - thick, strong branches. I start to climb them, and find that I can climb them kind of like a spiral staircase. The sky & branches whirl in circles over my head as I frantically climb up. The men spot me, and as they point & laugh, the branches start to weaken. The wood becomes older, and the branches grown thinner, and I am starting to slide towards the ground. I grab a bunch of branches at the same time, but they still start to bend over like a highjump pole does when you vault over the high pole marker. I frantically start to try & break one of the branches off, and while most of them shatter, and turn to a bunch of splintery, dusty old pieces of wood in my hands, I finally manage to break one off close to the ground. I am SO far up in the air, the men look like little insects. I feel like God, I am huge, and so close to the sun. My branch is so long, and it's pointed at one end. There are no little branches coming off of it - it's like a spear, and I start trying to kill them with it. They ARE little, and I AM big. My branch keeps missing them, as I jab it earthward bound over & over again, leaving little dents. They roll away from it, screaming obscenities & insults at me. I am growing red in the face from anger and frustration at not being able to jab them. I catch one of their pant legs & nail it to the ground, and they begin to become frightened of me. My jabs grow wilder, faster, but still, I cannot kill any of them. I am still so scared, but now feel like a monster for my behaviour.

I am at a construction site. A new house is being built. It belongs to Ryan's parents. First, I see the pool - it's a lap pool, and I tell him how I've always dreamed of having an indoor one. There a kidney shaped pool attached to it - the whole thing is pretty swanky, and then off the side of the concrete there is a pool house. Two of the walls of the new house have been constructed, and the foundation has been poured. It's on the edge of a busy street, and cars whoosh past. The weather is the same as the stick killing dream - it's overcast, rainy & dreary. The foundation has been poured in a weird way, and water has been collecting in it for days. It's almost like a swimming pool, but the water is kind of murky & dirty. All of a sudden, inexplicably, the water begins to move like a wave pool, back and forth, sloshing up & over the partially constructed walls. This doesn't strike us as odd, and we continue talking while the water thrashes about in the foundation. I ask him how much the house was, and he tells me $400K... I am a little suprised, as it doesn't seem all that big, but the more that I look at the house, the more beautiful I realize it's going to be. Ryan has weird hair - kind of like a monk, with a bad bowl cut... his bangs are thin, and it makes him look a bit like a monkey/old man.

I am inside a house. The venetian blinds are down, but open, and rain is pouring down like it does in Asia... it seems to be falling up too, as the splashes kick it back up a few inches. It's still a bright & clear day, but the rain is just smashing into the ground. I comment on it.

I am getting into a car. This dream comes after the one with the javelin branch thing, but feels like it happened before. I get into the back seat, and I notice that someone is already back there. It's K., and he's totally fribbed out on crack, and is paranoid and freaking out. I try to sooth him, but am SO angry at the driver for putting us in the same car. I am rubbing his back & telling him that it's going to be okay, but I am not a happy camper.