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Liana, book, family, baby

There was this part where I dropped the bad lady out the window. It was a serious drop, too, like some crazy 100 stories down to the rocky shore below. The weird thing was when she fell, she fell as a red book before landing on the ground.

Then I was walking Liana and Gable. I didn’t have real leashes, just pieces of old, frayed rope. I let Gable walk around mostly on his own, but held on to hers. She was happy but then I turned and found that she had fallen. She was very sad. I picked her up and rubbed her bad leg. She started walking again and I told her to take it easy. She needed to pee and lifted her bad leg to do so. I rushed over to help support her, though she didn’t need it. Then we continued walking. I patted my leg fot Gable to heel and then I saw my family members ahead. Both grandmas and my grandpa. I was excited because I figured I’d see my friend’s husband out here in the park. He would tell us when she was due to have the baby. And there he was! Excpet he looked nothing likw my friend’s husband (he was tall, thin, white and had neat, gray-white hair)! And he had a small dog in one hand!

All of the sudden he was my uncle. We needed to go to the hospital now, and so every one jumped on the train car. I kind of knew where it was, but we were following my aunt there. I was syncing up my phone with the train system so we would know where to go when my grandma (dad side) asked me to help her with her phone. I did but it took so long I didn’t have a chance to finish setting up mine. Soon thr train stopped and I yelled for everyone to hurry! Quickly! Run! Let’s go! By the time we rounded the corner, my aunt and my relatives had jumped on the next train and gone. It was just my immediate family now…including my dad… How did we get so far behind? Anyways I go to ask the attendant which way to St. Mary’s hospital but my dad decided to just start pushing buttons. I don’t understand why we couldn’t just ask because we didn’t know the code to input for our destination. I looked for the attendant but he was conveniently gone. I then saw a helpful code book and started looking it up as he was still messing with the machine. The code was confusing but it was 955 or 575 or 573 5555. Time was running out and the guy returned. I started asking him–

–but then I wake up.


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Cliff, dog, chips, babies, ice cream, car, friend, books, underwear

My family and I were decorating this place, like a house way up high on some mountains. It’s a gorgeous location, and the house/castle was set right on the cliff. I wander over to ask my mom something and then my sister shoves me backwards, hard. I stumble backwards past the unfinished walls and down the sheer cliff, bouncing off ledges along the way. I heard my mom yell at her. I come to a halt at the bottom of the mountain, uninjured, just annoyed, and get up to make my way to the top to tell her off. The mountainside is grassy and holds many trees. It’s so peaceful, I can’t stay mad for getting knocked off. Some stuff about family, including cousins.

Back in front of the castle, there’s already an established trade route. It’s nighttime now. The nearby traveling merchant has some chips that I want. The group I’m with buys everything and now I have to go even further to get those chips! The problem is that the further you get away from the castle, the more dangerous it gets. I’m looking carefully for the merchant because I WANT THOSE CHIPS, but I am aware of the large number of bandits/miscreants being rowdy around that area, even though it is well lit. I’m trying to figure out the best way to talk to the person when–

–I’m now in my grandparents’ basement. I’m either visiting or staying there temporarily. I have 7 infants ( think I only ever see 3 or 5) and they’re about to wake up hungry. There’s a mini fridge there with the TV on it and as the first one awakes, I open it up to grab some sustenance. At first I choose the milk, but my mom, who’s there, recommends that I use the ice cream since the baby will like it better. Perhaps the baby is teething? It’s a special newborn formulation. I take out the ice cream and the baby is super happy. The others start to wake up and I’m going through these containers of ice cream (1 per baby). Soon, there aren’t any ice creams left, only a Chinese soup container of some other newborn food. Without any other choice, I feed it to the remaining infants and they love it! I am impressed by it all, but since I am now out, I have to go buy more. At the store now, I snag the last 3 containers of the newborn soup and I can’t find the ice cream! Oh no!

Now I’m driving in the city I grew up in. I’m driving west bound in a Fit and am messing with the moonroof because the car is new and I’m trying to decide if I want that feature on my car too. The weird thing is that you can open the roof and then on the center console there’s this fabric cover you can use to cover up the open roof. I think it’s redundant and useless, so I take it down and close the roof. Traffic stops at the light. I’m now driving an Infinity. I accelerate on the green and the suddenly pull off to the side and get out. Everyone is walking/running now down the road. 2 people cut me off and I shove them away, mad because there are only 4 of us on the road and why couldn’t they pass behind me where there is literally no one (real life event from yesterday’s commute). I continue to jog and am quickly running out of steam. Suddenly I remember that I randomly parked the car in the middle of the road. I turn to the east bound lane and run that way, worried that they probably towed it by now. It’s not my car so I have to get it back. It’s now parked in the west bound lane with 10 other cars. What happened? There are tow trucks, tow equipment and broken cars scattered there. I briefly wondered how traffic would be able to drive through there, but am focused on locating and getting the Infinity out of there. I ask my brother to help and to my relief the car is right there! We both check carefully to be sure there aren’t any boots or other security devices on the car. If there are I’d just leave it and pay the fine. We take off a few yellow stickers and I hop in to drive it back to the house I grew up in. Almost a mile down, the car announces, “Police swarming. Police swarming.” My stomach drops. We missed a device! I keep driving, though, feverishly looking at my mirrors to glimpse any blue lights barreling towards me. I turn into the turn lane, all the while realizing I am a sitting duck. Nothing ever happens. I turn on th green and end up in the right turn lane for the post office. I am walking again. A man and a lady walk around me and I wait for them before changing lanes and walking down the road towards the house.

Everything is different. So much so that I’m inside a store. Like, an open air store. There are a bunch of people wearing safari gear hiding in the displays with microphones on the end of long poles. Oh no. They’re having some kind of promotion. I quickly find out what kind, walking by the first one. The guy says to me, “Do you need new underwear???? Are you wearing panties???” I laugh nervously and just keep going but these people are everywhere! They’re streaming all of this live, too! I lead Gable down the stairs and pretend to look through the greeting card section. I see stairs in the ground and proceed to climb down them. I have to go first because there’s no room for Gable but he jumps after me. Even on this floor there are more, so I descend another floor and find myself in a bookstore. My mom is there shopping and so is my friend. My mom keeps trying to give us Harp-piano books so we can play a duet, but I tell her that it has to be easy piano and intermediate harp. I’m looking excitedly through all the books and find a greyhound album. I pick it up and lay it on a table yo look through it even though it’s just an empty album you can buy. I’m opening it up when–

–I wake up and find that I desperately have to pee.

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Islands, cars

It was the house I grew up in and it was time for my brother and me to get cars because we were old enough. My mom’s sister owned the cars in the gravel driveway. They were all in disrepair having never been used. I saw the WRX first and asked my aunt if we could buy it from her. She was walking with my mom and said, “Yeah I’ll only charge you $125,000.” My mom was grateful at the steep discount (price should have been $300,000) and I was beyond excited. The car needed a little work, but it ran. Then my brother asked which he could have and she said he could have the big car under the tarp. My eyes bugged out when I saw what was underneath (I also forget what we were calling that car). It was a Local Motors car! Complete with massive tires and everything! I was extremely jealous because I wanted that car! My brother seemed pleased with himself. My aunt was talking with my mom again and so we opened the door. A bunch of decaying stuff fell out of it. I was like, Oh man, it needs a LOT of work. She’s going to have to give us a big discount. She gave us the key and told us to turn it over to see if it still ran. My brother enthusiastically hopped in and turned the ignition. It took a while, but it ran! And it sounded just impressive. Horribly jealous. We checked out the trunk which was a bit gross, but not bad. The water seal was working well. I still thought we needed leeway to fix the interior, but–

–I was with 2 others, a male and a female. The world was just a vast ocean with lots of islands. On the island I met them, my family with relatives were having a party of sorts. I left to go back to the giant car that had brought me there to get something. That’s when I met the two of them and away from the hubbub of the party, I got to explore the island it was on. As I stood at the edge of the water looking off into the distance, I could see the lights of yet undiscovered places. A guy who had a very strong, record holding rock-skipping arm was demonstrating, but his efforts seemed weak. Not only that, but one of the stones came bouncing back like a boomerang. That’s when the 3 of us decided to go to the other islands. I didn’t know how I was going to do it, so I jumped into the black water (it was sunset, so the sky was orange) and jumped my way over. I was starting to think about sharks and other monsters, when I saw a trio of shadows nearby. Excited, I veered that way and allowed myself to sink into the water to try and catch them! It was a trio of unicorns! Rare monsters! I locked onto the cursor on them and quickly tried to kiss the circle. It took like 10 kisses, but I got them! Woohoo! I mounted the biggest one and it took me to the island. There, it became a statue of a large unicorn/moose which I left on the grass, but the antlers were so heavy it toppled over. Oh well. I turned my attention to the other 2 who were exploring a single house. I jumped over and it looked almost like a witch’s home. They were fiddling with stuff and I saw the big bed which they had already looked through. It looked like 2 people had been sleeping in it and didn’t make the bed. I laughed out loud and asked why they’d messed up the bed. They didn’t respond. We explored the island and then took a look at the map. Most of the islands were uncovered there, so I charted the best route through all of them with the guy and he agreed. On the biggest isle, there was this woman that was crazy eating all of the mushrooms there. We ignored her and I made my way to the highest cliff. Way below the sheer drop, was some water and a cave. Clearly our destination. I walked Gable back over to the other 2, but he wanted to poop, so they found me instead while I was picking up his poop. I told them I’d found the cave, but we should explore the others first. We did, with me leading. That’s when I decided to warp to the food place for a bit because I was hungry. I was inside a buffet restaurant, but it was fancy. Anne Burrell was the head chef there and was very picky about how the food was coming out. The selection was very small, and things were running out, but I managed to snag something. There were no more plates so I just held the roll in my hand and left the building. Walking through a coned off driveway around the stone building, I walked towards the parking garage.

And then I woke up.

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Yelling, house, yard, dog, car, police

Ugh. I could NOT sleep well last night.

I was in my mom’s house. Then we were shopping and then we went back. And I was yelling at her. A lot. The house was a complete disaster because there was so much stuff, and I just lost it. I yelled and yelled some more. She was mad at first, but then suddenly she saw the truth in it. Still annoyed, but inspired by her irritation, she cleaned everything up. I went to sleep and woke up and to my surprise, everything was tidy. Most of the excess stuff was gone. I don’t mind a little clutter because it makes a house warmer and more lived in, so I was happy, though reserved because who knows how long that would last.

Then I decided to go outside in the backyard. It was weird because instead of the moderate townhouse yard with our 6 ft wood privacy fence ringed inside by large bushes for further privacy, both sides of the fence were gone, leaving only the back part standing. In its place were low-lying stone fences. Very well made and pretty, but much too low. I followed the fence all the way back and while I initially thought our neighbors had installed it and were trying to sell their house, it extended our property all the way to the back to where the wooded path was. That’s when I thought perhaps the HOA did it? As I walked back, marveling at how much larger our property was now, the neighbor’s dog bounded up to me (no longer held in by a fence). I knelt down and pet her, exclaiming how good a dog she was and asking her why she was so matted? She bounded off again and I noted that we were going to need a lot more bushes now to make a living fence. I ran inside to tell my mom and asked her to come out. She was amazed and I walked her to the back to show her how big the property had gotten. I told her that we either construct a new fence next to their little stone retaining walls or now we could plant as many forsythias as she wanted and prune them into a living fence.

I was driving and it was super late and super dark. This one guy in a Nissan Altima was driving like a maniac and even though there was no one on the road, got very road ragey at me, so much so that he swerved around me and stopped across the double yellow to scream at me through his window. I got out to confront him and so did he, only I was a cop. I saw fear in his eyes which then turned right to rage. More screaming and how he hadn’t broken any laws at all and I had no reason to ticket him or anything. I scoffed and listed all of the laws he’d broken. Then I had him arrested and sent him away in a caged car. On the ground, I saw his car keys and picked them up. I was a rookie, so I asked dispatch or my partner what I was supposed to do with them, and was told to go to the station and drop them off. I was surprised there’d be anyone left at the station since it was 3am, but there they were. After I dropped it off, I went to leave when I heard a commotion and everyone pulled their guns. I picked a gun off the counter and aimed it in the direction everyone was pointing. While aiming, I moved to get a better look and a muscular female cop had brought in a raving and fighting perp. He was handcuffed but still going crazy. I returned the gun an went to leave to go home.

Then was I outside and it was daytime. I was standing in front of city hall or some government center. My friend J was with me and we saw her mom. I hadn’t seen her mom in a while! Her mom was in turn waiting for her son (J’s brother) whom I also hadn’t seen in years. He was a lot taller and bigger than I remember. Now I’m having a flashback of sorts back to a comic that I had drawn years ago. It was then an anime and I watched it on my computer. It was about an Indian merman monster person and his friend who was orange. It was clearly drawn in marker. Both of them were extremely muscular and it was about how the Indian one had been betrothed when he was young and was just now meeting his bride since they were of age to wed. The interesting detail was that both mermen lacked clothing and were very…um…distinctly, perkily male. I thought to myself, how embarrassing, did I really draw that?? But not only was it drawn, it was colored too! Must have been years ago! I hoped no one else could see this…

I am so unbelievably sleepy. Can’t keep my eyes open….

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Crane game, house, sewing, Mother, procedure, lion

It’s been a while since I’ve logged an entry. I’ve had other vivid dreams, just never got around to typing them because I’m too lazy. Some involving computers, nuns, catastrophe and co-worker E.

I was in a dark house. It’s a rather blocky place, the walls brick and the floors both wood and green carpet. I was supposed to create the place (clearly, DQB2 inspired) but I hadn’t been back in a while. All of the sudden, I realized that I had to finish it! I surveyed the floorplan and created 2 crane games with the myriad of items I had in my possession. Super proud of myself for such a creative way of emptying my pockets, and making the crane game one that wouldn’t be a rip off (it cost $1 to play). Then I descended to the main foyer and my workers were all morose and depressed. Turned out I hadn’t had the spark in me for a while and had been neglecting them! Plus, there was a deadline because She was coming soon! I decided to right my wrongs and set up the 2 desks I had towards the far wall. Immediately, my people jumped on them and started working on their costumes. There were some words of inspiration and encouragement and I could feel the happiness return to the place. I had left over in my pockets 2 folding tables, so I set them down in front of the others and voila, 2 more workers hopped on as design and operations. I was feeling really good. It was bustling, busy and how it was supposed to be. That’s when I caught sight of something dropped on the floor. I picked it up and it turned out to be a small model of a praying mantis/ Scyther. Nostalgia washed over me because I had made this when my business was fledgling. It was a small scale costume. I wanted to do it. To make it. Myself. I ran outside to the coat closet (Like, outside, outside). The property was this massive horse-ranch-type place. It was fall, gorgeous and a bunch of girls were hanging around my closet/shed. I went through the coats hanging in there and decided I couldn’t cut into my favorite coats and jackets, but found some old ones that I would allow me enough fabric to accomplish what I needed! Brown, segmented jacket, bright green long coat…Perfect! I took them back inside and was suddenly aware that my mom might be upset at me for cutting up perfectly good pieces of clothing, so I rolled them up into a ball. And it was a good thing I did because when I entered the house, her messenger was there to tell me my mother wanted to see me.

I walked into the foyer, past my workers and into the uber busy main portion of the home where my parents ran their empire. Being so crowded, I caught a glimpse and heard her call my name, but pretended to not hear and then went into a nearby room to escape her. I went through 2 different sections and even started trying to run, but she ran faster and caught up to me. I pretended that I’d been looking for her because her messenger told me she’d wanted to see me. Mother would never think poorly of me because I was her star adopted child (she was some short white, blonde lady wearing a blue business suit dress). She told me she had some important business to discuss with me regarding my father (her ex-husband, so adoptive father) and that she wanted me to meet with her biological daughter for business reasons. I rolled my eyes inwardly because it seems she was trying to rope me into some business scheme I definitely didn’t want to be involved with. Also, I’d never met her daughter before. How I became her adopted daughter, I can’t remember. She probably had met me once, had a great experience and decided to adopt me for my talents. It’s not like I could denounce it all because she was the funding for the house, my family and my creative projects. Turned out she wanted to find out more about what her ex-husband had been gifting her children. He had decided to give the twin boys (10 or 12 in age, also blonde) king sized beds as a gift and Mother was morally opposed to such things. He hadn’t been able to get in contact with me to give me anything, and Mother was ranting to me as we walked about the negative ethical reasons on having such large beds at a young age. I, personally, thought it was a complete waste of money for children to have such large beds, but who cares, it’s just a bed and these people were super rich. We make it to one of her secretaries’ desks (Minh Tuyet) and the jovial people there suddenly jump to attention. They give Mother a report of what’s going on and as they’re conferring about appointments and business matters, I turn to one of the others there (I have a good relationship with most of the workers) and we exchange funny eye communication. When I was sure she wasn’t paying attention to us, I start telling the worker about the whole bed thing and how I’m only allowed to have a twin bed because I’m not old enough AND I’m single. We both share a big eyeroll together. When I turn around, Mother has left and given the messenger directions to bring me to wherever she wants me to go while she takes care of something. The messenger and I share good natured conversation while she leads me to the destination. Suddenly, I see notification lights everywhere, from Mother calling for assistants to pick up the comm lines, but I don’t see anyone around, so we just ignore it and continue on our way.

It suddenly jumps back to the crane game. I’m there with my real mother, nephew and his father. My mom is trying it out and it really is easy to play just like I designed it. My mom aims for a sport bra and ends up with something else instead, but she’s happy. My nephew wants to try and ends up snagging a bag of stuff he doesn’t need, so we put it back and give him another go. This time he snags a Pikachu toy and his dad and my mom all exclaim in excitement. I want to try too, so I do but I miss. Some other people play and then I try again and miss again. How in the world…my own game… I decide we should go to the other crane game and here my brother is playing. It’s the older of the 2 crane games and I see major flaws in the building of the room. Access is nigh impossible! I jump down to fix it and when it’s my turn to try the game, I FAIL AGAIN.

Then some crazy thing about a seaside place and chasing bad guys in an armored truck. Eventually it turns into a foot chase and I catch the guy. He’s smaller than me, older like middle age, a small scraggly beard around his mouth and upper lip and black hair. Not skinny and not fat. That’s when he spews profanity and curses at me. I’m much bigger than him so I grab him with my hands and drag him over to the water. Still spouting nasty things, I shove his head in the water to shut him up. This needs to end and fast. I try to squeeze his neck but I can’t because my hands are too small to get good purchase, plus it’s an awful way to kill somebody on account of the duration of time. Moreover, speed will prevent him from escaping me, so I twist his neck. I can feel the bones and cartilage slide over each other as I twist and he dies with a crunch and a pop. All in front of his son. It’s not a good feeling, but it needed to be done in the remote fishing village. He was an awful blight upon the world. My mission ia complete. I turn away and…

…end up in the dungeon-like basement of Mother’s house (think DQB2 flagstone and castle wall blocks). The messenger has succeeded in bringing me where I needed to go. A woman comes out of a room and says, “The daughter? Are you the daughter?” We both say yes and she beckons me into the room. It’s an medical exam room. I’m chattering away at her, good naturedly, but she’s impatient to get me onto the table. I guess they’re on a tight schedule. I tell her this and that and she keeps telling me over and over to get all the way on the table. I kick off my shoes and when I ask what she’s going to do, she says she needs to check and treat me for ulcers. I’m like, “Ulcers? I have ulcers?” She nods gravely. When I ask her how they’re going to remove ulcers, she says, “Just lay down.” I don’t remember taking off my clothes, but now I’m not wearing clothes and she’s looking at my skin with a strange magnifying device that allows her and me to see very closely. I lay there and wonder if she can see through my skin with it, when she says, what’s this. I look at the screen and it’s just a mole on my skin. She proceeds to pull it out with tweezers and it turns out to be a maggot/worm. Whoa. What? Is that what’s causing the ulcers? That’s when she notices that I’m covered in red welts. Itchy ones. She starts marking them and I say, oh it’s probably hives. They’re everywhere, though and increasing in number and I say, “Ah, that’s right, mosquito bites!” She doesn’t believe me and that’s when Mother comes into the room. She’s delighted that I’m getting a medical exam (I guess I was recently adopted?) but is worried with the onset of all the red bumps. I start telling them the show I watched on TV called The Monsters In Me how these people in South Africa had maggots in them from flies laying eggs on line-dried sheets that were not ironed. Suddenly a lioness jumped on the glass door to the room, knocking it off its hinges and onto Mother. The lioness went to chase someone else, but I yelled to Mother to block the whole doorway with the door so it doesn’t come in!

That’s when I woke up.

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uncle, house, hiding, hawk, capture

I was watching some VN artists on TV and then it switched to real-life. Nguyen Hung was cooking on a portable flat top and putting the dishes out for the people at the table in this venue. He wasn’t doing a terribly nice job, but was all smiles for the camera. It kept flipping to different “clips” that I’d “seen on YouTube” and I told my mom,  look, these are the full videos of those clips we saw in the past! Apparently they do exist. Then I was watching one where it was of a smaller jungle-village with subpar modern amenities. All of the sudden, everyone was running away to hide because they were trying to capture all of the Vietnamese. I was with them. The dumb part is that most of us ran over to the storage house. I was one of the last ones in and since everyone else had taken all the hiding places, I took my place “collapsed” on the right side of the wall where the large, orange curtain/screen/gel barrier connected with the ground. I guess 2 people needed to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the others. There was no time to think about it because the enemy had arrived. Everyone was dead quiet and still. My thoughts kept turning towards my hawk and my dog, but like before, there was no time to dwell because I could hear the enemy searching. They called out to us to give up. I just lay on the ground next to the wall, my feet pressed up against the translucent barrier (at least on our side). Through it, I saw to my dismay, a woman coming up to it. She kept talking to us, telling us to give up. It was weird, though, that she couldn’t see through the thing. She pressed against it, she shoved it, she tried to push her way in (right in front of me, of course). I pushed back with all my might, but she managed to find the edge of the barrier/curtain and stuck her hand in to feel around. I swore up and down that she could see me, but she oddly could not. I had to keep my feet pressed against her continued efforts to push the barrier inwards, so I could not move, but I knew we were screwed. She felt my leg, my belly and then my boobs. As she was molesting my boob, she said, “Oh, that’s a nice boob,” as if she was confused. I guess it was warranted because I didn’t belong with the rest of the villagers who are small, thin people. Soon after, they broke their way in and everyone was captured. I was defeated and scared. I guess my defeated acting was so good, they didn’t even bother to secure my hands. I picked up the box with my hawk in it and slowly trudged to the military vans they were going to secure us in. I heard one say to the other, “Keep an eye on her lest she try to escape.” Another responded, “Nah, she won’t try anything.” I was emboldened by the first one who seemed to know who I was, and even moreso by the second one’s lack of confidence in my abilities. I waited until they had dropped their guard and then freed my hawk (which was much much bigger than they thought it was) and grabbed onto its feet. “FLY! FLY!” I yelled and it took off with me hanging on.

Now I’m at “my house.” It’s pretty much empty because I’m trying to sell it. The house itself was very narrow (longways), pressed up against a mountain with only a small, shared alley between it and the sheer mountainside. The rooms are expansive, just shallow. The neighborhood is nice. There’s one lady whom I meet at the bus stop where nice neighbors have set up couches, a large, fancy canopy and a plush floor for the kids and other residents. She is new to the area and laments that she really, really wants to buy a house there. I tell her excitedly that I’m about to put my house on the market! She says, “Really?!” and I say, yah! Cue my uncle who also wants to buy my house. I take him on a tour of the place and tell him that it’s too big for me, because I only use the office, the bedroom and the kitchen. You can see him planning where he’d put his stuff. He starts telling me that other houses close by are bigger and I say, yeah, but I like it small. I go on to explain that I was going to replace the carpet with hardwood, but I didn’t have enough time. That’s when I notice the large damage in the wall. He doesn’t, busy planning to have floor installers come in and replace things. I nod and smile and try to figure out how I’m going to repair the wall.

Then I wake up.

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Mixed Family, Beach, dog food, disabled kid, sweeping

I was going to my aunt’s mansion for a family get-together. We all know her house is big, but this was more like a manor mansion than a house. It had been years since I’d been to their house and I was the first one to arrive. They couldn’t be found, really, either, so I just wandered around, reminding myself of the house. I remember thinking about how awful it must be to maintain such a monstrous home especially now without any kids to inhabit it. They had left the kids’ playroom perfectly intact, toys strewn about like they’d never left. It was rather creepy. I saw my uncle’s man-cave and noticed a hidden room panel which I proceeded to try to unscrew the bolts from to get in. It was hard to unscrew quickly by hand and I didn’t make it before we were all called to the kitchen area. Other family members started piling in and weirdly enough, the family members were mostly the members from my mom’s family, not my dad’s. There was this thing about the chairs that were never done and the men started talking about it. I was trying to wrap my brain around what they were discussing. It was a DIY sofa where the seat sections sat on rails and could be slid around and reconfigured as desired. I didn’t like the idea but tried to contribute to the conversation by offering 2 ideas: 1) now I don’t remember, and 2) to give them a brake handle since they slide around on the metal tracks. My uncle gave me a weird, dismissive look and said they already have those. I was like, huh? All the men seemed embarrassed that I even had an opinion. My nice uncle from my mom’s side tried to give it all a positive spin like he usually does, in a practical way. By then my cousins (now from my dad’s side) had just arrived and they were the last ones expected. Then some announcement was made.

Then I was in a store with my cousins and my one cousin’s boyfriend. I hadn’t like him since we were in the house, but whatever, not my problem. He was not only extremely inappropriate, especially given all the kids around, but he kept trying to be the center of attention, which he wasn’t. We were all sitting at the end of an aisle and I was trying not to pay attention to the dumb boyfriend’s suggestive remarks and my cousin’s appalled-but-not faces. I walked over to a hallway where people were going to the bathroom and remarked, “Wow I wouldn’t go in there that is smellllllly (I assume Gable farted in my room).”

Eventually I went into one of the bathrooms and it turned into an academy where some groups of students were being forced to watch weird costume actors randomly come in and get beat up by a “hero.” There was some argument amongst the actors and there was some running around in the greenspace enclosed by a stone wall.

Now I’m at the beach. I go out to the water and try to fish in it. Whenever my hook touched something it would turn into something else. I kept asking people to grab the items for me before they floated away, but no one would do anything. Finally, I went to grab one and found out that I was not only the only one who could see them, but the only one who could touch them. Figures. I went back into the house only to come back out. It’s  nighttime. This time, though, the entire place was FILLED with other beachgoers and I had to pick my way through them. I walked around saying “excuse me” over and over again. Half of them moved, half of them didn’t (white people). I stepped over all sorts of small children. I eventually found an open space at the edge of a square of sand, but then a bunch of people piled up in front of me. Some stragglers came in and asked if there were any open spots. I pointed to the middle that I could clearly see was empty, when the couple in front of me gets mean saying, “There is NO spot there!” I’m like, uhhhh…I can see it. And kept pointing people to the spot. I think they just didn’t want people in front of them. Everyone’s too afraid to move. Their loss. That’s when the move starts and it’s about a young boy with Down syndrome being kept in poor conditions. He lives out of a stone bathroom. They give him one of those sample mattress squares to sleep on. While they feed him regularly, a faceless man would come in and abuse him. They never let him out. The movie goes on to chronicle his life. The dumb couple in front of me, is indignant about his abuse. We turn out to be the only people still hanging around and a cleaning lady comes by to vacuum everything up. The 3 of us were so moved by the movie that they pick up brooms each to help sweep all the dog food off the floor. I can’t stand watching these rich white people inadequately sweeping, so I pick up my own broom to fix their inadequacy. I go into the storage room where they keep the dog food and there are so many pieces on the ground! It’s never ending!

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Broken bed, mission, oven

I had a mission. It’s unclear now exactly what it was, but I was at HQ sleeping on my bed. It was a hard sleep on the uncomfortable bed, but as a special agent I was supposed to be able to handle anything without complaint. The bed seemed broken and I was stuck in the broken part, but oh well, at least I was sleeping. Then my superior came in to inspect and possibly to hand me my mission. I had bolted out of bed to stand at attention. Stuff was said and my partner informed my superior of my bed situation. She was like, huh? And my partner drew back the sheets and blankets to show her. No wonder it had been so uncomfortable. The bed was just sheets sitting on top of wire in the shape of a bed. There was give, but it was completely broken where I had been sleeping. My superior seemed appalled that this wasn’t brought to her attention earlier, but it didn’t matter because I wouldn’t be coming back to the bed any time soon.

Then I was looking out the window at the early morning darkness at what seemed to be a battlefield. The ground scorched and terrain convoluted with the orange of light scattered here and there. The enemy was hiding and fighting. Someone targeted me and impeded my observation with flying projectiles. I had to go down there. So I did, quickly descending from the 5 story window and jumping without fear down the heights.

Now I was inside a building. The target location. It appeared that I had been captured and had escaped my cell with my partner. We snuck along the place from the basement up to the top, setting up traps. The mission, it seemed, was to blow the place up. Over and over I kept going around the same places because while the people up top didn’t know our mission or that we weren’t supposed to be walking around, it was so crowded with people we had to keep waiting for them to leave. The worst part was setting the traps and not having someone mess with them. The hamsters in their rolly balls were set up in the upper room up the stairs. The kitchen grill/oven was hard because people kept turning the knobs to some number other than 11. The 11 was necessary because that would be the burner I needed to use. Eventually, I had to lie to the man who kept turning it to 10 to convince him to let it remain on 11. With everything almost perfect, I went up to the outside upper patio to commence the explosion. I placed the 3 hamster/bubble balls in the compartments and got ready to light the dynamite sticks, which would also go in the compartments quickly before I pushed the ignition button for the explosion. Suddenly, my mom shows up and starts opening the compartment doors. I’m angry because she’s about to mess things up and not only that she can’t know what I’m doing!

Eventually I get her away, though she remained irritated and suspicious. I push the ignition and race away to a safer location. Annoyingly, there was no explosion. I race back in frustrated to find that my MOM HAD DONE SOMETHING. My partner was nowhere to be found at this point. My mom was mad that I was about to blow up the place full of people and animals. I didn’t have time for this because my mission was more important than the lives in the building. It’s the bigger picture that matters!

Then I woke up.

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dog, house, barf, family, strangers

I arrived at a somewhat familiar house–familiar because it was the very first house I lived in. I have very few memories there since I was so small, but I knew it was the place. Turns out it was my house, but I was very rarely there. It was suitably furnished, but only amply so. I came with my family, I guess for some sort of celebration. It was late afternoon into evening. As I was wandering around inspecting things, my sister and brother in law went outside of the garage and started using reciprocating saws on the compacted 2 foot high snow. They were arguing with each other and so I went back inside. Later, I saw that they had cleared it, except all they managed to do was create a giant, cone shaped pile of snow smack in the middle of the driveway (a nice brick paver driveway with arches and curves instead of sharp angles). It was my inspection of the snow that allowed me to see that a small pickup truck drove slowly by and turned into the area in front of my front door. They got out of the car and walked into my house. I ran back in to greet them at the door, on the way noticing that Gable was busy licking the dining table. I ran over and told him NO, but rushed quickly to the front door. My mom and other relatives were milling around, but since it was my home, I loudly greeted the strangers and asked them if I could help them at all. I was afraid that they were going to argue that this was their home not mine, somehow having gained control of the property while I was away. Instead, the three old ladies asked something else that I now am drawing a blank on. I think it was directions, but I’m not sure. I answered them, anyways, and they were grateful and left.

By now the house was very full of relatives. I’m not sure where they’d come from, but it was starting to get crowded and crazy. I let my mom and sister do the party managing. My goal was taking care of Gable who was STILL licking the dining table. I backed him up and told him to stop. He kept doing it, so I booped his snout. He was starting to look weird, like he was high. Just then, he started wobbling and sunk back against the wall. I rolled my eyes in exasperation and he started to dry heave and hack. My mom asked what was going on, and I answered, while bodily picking him off the ground, “He’s been licking the varnish off the table and now he’s high!” There was laughter and exclamation. I carried him around, looking for a quiet place without too much carpeting. I decided on the master bedroom because it was full of area rugs, but hard flooring and no one was really in there. Plus, there was a bathroom right off to the right side. I lay him carefully down on a rug, making sure his head was on the floor. Someone had been playing music in the room and I went to turn the music down. As soon as I turned around, I saw that he’d barfed all around himself. Cue more eye-rolling.

I go to get a paper towel roll from the bathroom and start mopping it up. Realizing that I have forgotten to get a bag, I stand up again and when I come back, he’s spit up some more. I’m irritated and worried at the same time, hoping that the varnish on the table didn’t have lead in it and having no hope of clean clothes after this.

I wake up.

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Bathroom, dad, cleaning, fire, dog

I really, really really had to go to the bathroom but kept putting it off.

There was lots of driving after an action filled segment dealing with sniping, sky diving and shooting and such. Just driving all over the map on fun, traffic-light-less roads. My mom and I ended up in a quaint little city. I desperately had to use the bathroom, but I wanted to make sure I was  a paying customer before I asked to use their bathroom. I left my mom to get us a seat or order whatever it was in the posh place (we were SO out of place in the white-dominated locale, but everyone was nice) and moved to find the bathroom. There were little signs everywhere to tell you to go to the back of the buildings. There I saw 3 bathrooms that were all but a toilet behind a door. I used it successfully, felt better, and returned to the restaurant. Some stuff happened and we left and explored a bit. Then my mom come upon a very old friend from over a decade ago and they did stuff together. I had to use the bathroom again, so I returned to that other place except this time it was raining and really crowded. When I finally got to use a toilet, there was a lady in a dress directing traffic, standing right in front of them. It was kind of weird, but I really had to go, so whatever. Unfortunately for me, I was having issues. The door to the toilet was NOT staying closed. I’d lock the latch and it would fly open. Over and over. The lady kept staring at me sitting on the can and the crowd too, waiting their turn. No matter how hard I tried I could NOT keep the door closed!

Then I was in a very large, unfamiliar house. It had easily 8 large bedrooms upstairs. I was irritated and upset (probably about the toilet thing) and then had some sort of argument with my mom. I went into my 2nd room (because why not, if there are so many bedrooms) and, still upset, started sorting through all of my stuff there. I picked up a big trash bag and started jamming things I no longer needed into it to donate. In the middle of it all, my sibling who was much younger than me (probably 6 or 7?) came rushing in (I didn’t recognize him at all) and started saying something. I yelled at him to get out of my room and felt a little bad, but not too much. Then I got another interruption when someone else opened the door, I got up in a huff and marched over to see my dad there looking in with an annoying grin on his face. I yelled at him to leave, go away and slammed the door. What is WRONG with everyone? Finally, I finish cleaning the room and WOW what a difference. It is massive and mostly empty, the white carpet pristine with the sun shining through. That’s when I realized something was wrong. There was a lot of commotion outside and I smelled smoke! Instantly I became worried and ran out. The rest of the upstairs was empty and I called for Gable. He came right to me and I grabbed his leash while he danced around my feet. The fire was spreading rapidly and I could hear sirens, but they were still a distance away. I felt hurt that my family didn’t care to tell me of the danger, but then I realized that I’d pushed everyone away so I shouldn’t blame anyone at all. Plus, it didn’t matter because I was an adult and responsible for myself. I led Gable down the stairs, across the river of water at the base of the stairs, and across and up the next stairs to the kitchen. We were safe. My other siblings (black people, no one I recognize) were running around, busy and I turned to the right to go find my mom.

Then I wake up.

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