We were on our way to my cousin’s wedding. When we got there, I had to hang out in this public spot. The place seemed more like the inside of a department store instead of a hotel or a home, the surroundings similar to a post-apocalyptic scene than anything else. Our designated waiting areas were walled off by anything around, like store shelving, book cases, etc. Anyways, I was in my spot vaguely with my family and one of my aunts show up with my youngest cousin. He has a disability, and my aunt seemed very very tired. He was making more noise than he should have but my aunt’s glazed and vacant eyes showed she pretty much wasn’t there. I talked to her a bit and she seemed sad, while my cousin was in the corner of my vision. He started screaming and crying and my aunt didn’t do anything, so he went over to a group of heavyset Latina women nearby and they were exclaiming over him, then asked if he was hungry and then the biggest woman decided to breastfeed him. I was like, uhhhhhh, and it took a while to snap my aunt out of it, and instead of being appalled, she just sighed, rolled her eyes and went to deal with it. I turned away, my attention drawn to the other family members starting to aggregate. Then it was time for everyone to head outside to the ceremony? Rehearsal? Pictures? I had no idea. Now this place looked more like a country club! I made my way out and had decided, having waited for so long earlier, to change out of the skirt I’d been wearing into pants. My aunt caught up with us and asked me where I’d gotten the skirt I was wearing before, like she liked it. I didn’t really answer her, and so she told me that next time I should braid the little long fringes at the bottom the next time and went ahead. When I saw my grand aunt coming out in a skirt, herself, I was like, oh, uh oh, is this not just the rehearsal? She asked me where my skirt was I said back there, then my mom told me to go put it on! Now! I’d be ruining the pictures! So I ran back (apparently I wasn’t wearing shoes either, just the pantyhose), through the doors, my male cousins standing at the doors, and actual ushers at the other doors. One was trying to prevent an unauthorized guest from entering and I ran past them. I put on the skirt I was wearing before (not the jean skirt, the tannish whitish one with the fringes), found some shoes and ran back. By the time I made it back outside I was super late. Then it was over and we went back to “our area” where I proudly told my mom that everyone liked my skirt, even though it wasn’t anything expensive at all, just a $30 one.
Now I was at a house as an inspector’s assistant. There had been a complaint about this man placing prairie dog traps. He was only allowed 3 and he’d set up 15 around his house suburban home. We go to confront him, and he claimed he had no idea. We go through all the paperwork with him and my boss goes to demonstrate how it works and turns out, the inspector dives into ground and into the pipe of the trap to extract the animal.
Then we try to load my entire family into my car to go somewhere. I was like, huh? HOW?? My grand aunt is sitting in the driver’s seat and trying to leave enough space for me to sit there. No. Then my brother and sister pipe up that, whoohoo we have to use two cars!! I was like, obviously…
There was some repeating scene where I was supposed to meet my cousin and his fiancée, but I could never make it complete. It would just stop and keep trying.
And then I woke up.