I was driving my route to work, and it happened that I had my sister and brother in the car with me. Driving around the place to look at things and then we made our way over to my paternal grandmother’s house who happened to live in the area (she doesn’t). We show up and one of my cousins is there too. It’s getting dark as it is late afternoon, and we sit on the couch of the very small dwelling my grandma lives in. My sister and cousin are making plans and announce all of the sudden that they want to go have pho. Like right now, near where my house is. I’m like, OK, I’m down with that if that’s what you want as everyone is a guest. My brother doesn’t want to and I kind of don’t, just wanna go home, but I’m trying to be a good host. They become more insistent and I remembered I have dogs and really need to go home. I say to them, well, why don’t we go home, and they go because I really need to get home to the dogs. It’s getting very late. All of the sudden there are more people there. A male cousin shows up, my uncle is there and my mom is there too The male cousin (I’ve not seen him in years) is getting petulant about something and his dad (my uncle, all on my dad’s side) explains that he’s very addicted to his shows on Netflix and needs to watch them without fail as soon as they come out. We still haven’t decided who is going for pho. I move couches to the other side of the small house and sit next to my mom. The only face I actually see clearly is my uncle’s face. The whole time everyone is still discussing the pho thing, I’m sitting there thinking in my head that my grandma is very quiet through all of this. Normally she’d recommend and be happy to make pho for everyone right then and there. Other dialogue comes up, which now I don’t remember, but overall the environment and atmosphere is easy and friendly.
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It’s hard to remember what I dreamed about last night. I must have slept really well, or at least relatively so. Didn’t want to get up this morning. There are snippets, though.
It was village compound. Wooden and metal structures with lots of stairs which made me think of somewhere close to water. I think there was something that happened before arriving at the compound, but no matter what, I was on a mission FPS style. I ran up some stairs and into a room. Stuff happened and then I needed to find and earn some keys. There was some longer explanatory cut-scenes which I paid no attention to and tried to skip but couldn’t. I decided to do the stair mini-game because I needed those keys for later on and didn’t have time to find the real ones. It was simple enough, just climb some stairs within the time period, increasing increments to get more keys. I managed to get the first key, but then something happened and I cancelled the game to go find out what it was. I had spent too much time doing that and the game time counter was getting shorter and shorter. I went into another room where I saw someone who looked like my ex on the bed without a shirt. I jumped on his back and played a puzzle about hitting some numbers on his back that would light up (other things happened too, but I can’t remember). Then it was the boss fight! I ended up in my bathroom, naked, because I needed to shower and pee. The door wasn’t closing all the way (it doesn’t in real life until you push it hard into the latch), so my ex kept coming to the crack and looking in it playfully. I kept pushing it in his face before realizing I left something on the bed and asked him to get it for me. He did and handed it to me and I closed the door for real.
Then there was some convoluted storyline about shopping, my mom, my cousins? and a diva peer from hygiene school. A craft store, then we all were supposed to get into a car. A spattering of my family, friends and co-workers. I didn’t know how we were all going to fit in her Crosstrek, but I was the first to climb in from the trunk and sit in the back. Everyone else was going to go in my mom’s car instead and the remaining would go in her car (all males). I think we were going to a party or a wedding. The peer was just telling me that my look wasn’t good enough and she did not approve of the “makeup” I had on.
We went on our way and I ended up at work. The patients were a large family of black people. My patient was a young man, about 17 years old (even though he looked more like a 25 yo). We got to talking about cars and he told me he wanted a WRX. I basically spewed the same conversation I literally just had with my brother about cars in real life last night at him, while not only cleaning his teeth, but dismantling everything in his old red car. One piece had broken, so my brother and I removed everything but the frame and then replaced them all. My brother even gave him a new trash thing for the car. I left my brother to put it all back so I could go help pack my uncle’s van. It was so big they even had a chest of drawers in the back. By the time I went back to the patient, my dad was there, pulling a long usb cable out of the young man’s car. I scolded him not to pull too hard because my brother had just installed it. My dad frowned at me for disrespecting him, but I didn’t care. I was more concerned about the fact that my brother had already finished and left behind a lot of food for me: Popeye’s chicken strip, McDonald’s hamburgers, drinks, and a few other good food pieces.
Then I got a text and woke up.
It started when I was wandering around a neighborhood. Something about not parking near the playground and a contest, but suddenly I hear shouts of “there’s a bull!” and the corresponding screams and crashing noises. Thinking fast, I duck into the nearby copse of dense trees. It was late afternoon, so the shadows were plentiful and the trees low. I knew that bulls don’t see very well, so I tried to quietly make my way through the trees tot he other side so I could see what was going on, but not be detected. Suddenly, my co-worker was with me in the thicket. We whispered to each other and it seemed the bull had found some target somewhere else. We crept back to where I entered from and the coast was pretty much clear. Either way, I had to get to the target building, and suddenly we get a bird’s eye view of the busy country town layout. There was a symposium going on and as we moved quickly down the empty street, ever wary of the danger, I said with relief that the bull will certainly be attracted to the noise of the convention, leaving us room and time to get to the objective. We arrive at the building and have to find a way to get upstairs. Stress levels are high for me as there’s the invisible time limit for the mission as well as the impending bull danger. We go our own separate ways and I creep around behind the crowd getting lost. I ask an usher how to get up the stairs and he points it out to me. If I get up, the bull can’t follow, so I quickly get up and realize that my partner is gone somewhere. It’s OK, she can handle herself, so I staying low and possibly feeling lazy, I ride a few conveyor belts around until I get to a small square where a stone monument is tipped over. There are 2 piles of galette cookies on them, the green pile/pyramid untouched, while there are only 2 red ones. I point out the fact that the red ones were eaten to the investigators there who were discussing the misfortune of missing professor so and so’s meeting and trap by the enemy. They are unaware that I am a secret agent working the same subject matter, but with more important orders, and I am not about to disclose such information to them. I move on, noting the manager’s office and other administrative offices. Then, in annoyance, I realize my tardiness means I have to return to the ground floor to continue the mission. The presence of evil bull impeded me and now the danger lurks even nearer than before. I make it to the midst of the congregation, and alert level is so high as I anticipate the entrance of the bull, who no doubt, knows my whereabouts now that I failed an objective.
Then it was time to walk the dogs. Somehow I was also in charge of walking my uncle’s late Doberman as well as my cousin’s German Shepherd. 4 dogs? It was also late afternoon as I was gearing them all up. My dogs had their respective leashes and collars, and I had one for the Doberman, but for the Shepherd, I didn’t know what to use. In the end, I chose to use the chain choke collar my cousin had provided, but I didn’t like it and couldn’t figure out how to put it on. It was all crazy because walkies time means crazy excitement time and I was unsure of how walking 4 dogs would be. Gable ended up walking off-leash by himself, me trusting that he wouldn’t run away from the pack, so that I could try and control the 2 relative dogs.
Never got a chance to know endings because I woke up!
I drove my car back to the neighborhood I grew up in and parallel parked the car (scarily) higher up on the street. Then I decided to take a walk down the road to my old house. Unfortunately for me, my dad was home and I saw his car’s headlights turn on, like he was about to leave to go somewhere. 2 houses away, I decided to log-roll down the hill so that he wouldn’t see me and run behind the house. At that point I was unsure if he saw me or not, but I aborted my mission and ran behind the houses there and up the hill and behind more houses to get back to my car which I was worrying about because he would notice my distinct license plate. Got back in, drove out towards the exit of the neighborhood and watched as an orange Chevy Aveo used my grandma’s house’s driveway to turn around in.
Cut to later when I was inside my old house where my dad was living by himself. I was in a room, sitting on a bed with a guy. He was white, muscular, military, and not super bright. We were obviously dating and watching the screen of a laptop or a tablet together. As we were sitting there together, there was this dude in the wall ahead of us, with a headlamp on, and installing a hidden camera. I rolled my eyes and continued talking to my man. My bf was adjusting his shoes and asked me if I have croc-type shoes like him too. I said, yeah, I have them but they’re not Crocs, they’re Beach Basics, a generic brand. I love them and have had them for years (in real life, I can’t find them). He said, it’s OK, his aren’t brand name either. Then he asked me all of the sudden, in a nervous outburst, “C-can I go to the beach with you?” Worried that he would find it boring, I warned that we don’t do much when we’re at the beach, just enjoy it for being the beach. Then he nodded and said that he’s only ever been to the Caribbean. The whole time we were talking, I was becoming sadly more and more disappointed in his answers to things. Just how it used to be with my ex. Always afraid to offend him…he’d come across as laid back and go-with-the-flow, but his actions hinted otherwise. Not to mention his lack of intelligence and open-mindedness was getting to me. I knew it wasn’t going to work out. I realize, suddenly that my dad is home and pretending to walk by the room we were in, so I get up and go to the kitchen to get some snacks.
Now for last night’s dreams:
I was driving around in what appeared to be old streets and roads from my youth. My family was with me. We then go to a church-like place where an event was being held. I get out of the car and bring with me my furry blanket draped on my back. I didn’t realize how weird that was until I get inside the cafeteria and we get a seat. My grandparents and great aunt are already there at a table and so my brother and I sit at the end and I’m wondering why we need the entire table for just 6 people. Oh well. Minding my own business, I get up and go get my bowl of pho. I finish it and it was really good so I get up and get another. When I get back, the cafeteria is crowded now and people are trying to ask if we need our chairs (armchairs, btw). I ignore it all and focus on my delicious pho. When I get up a 3rd time for another bowl, I stop and look around at the event area. All of the other tables are eating pho now. I must have been so engrossed in eating that I ended up missing the event! I decide to take a seat on a couch in the small area next to his guy as these little kids are doing a neat demonstration of king fu and drums. It’s really very good. There is also a recap about the climbing obstacle/race demonstration that I’d missed. As the kids finish up, the guy next to me (everyone is Vietnamese, btw) is shivering, and complaining about how cold he is. In the small area we’re both touch each other. He leans heavily on me, and I lean back and ask him if he’s cold. I then laugh and say, well I’m not, and I have plenty of heat to spare (true fact, in real life). He grabs my arm and cuddles up close, burying his head in my armpit and breathing deeply. First, I’m trying to remember what happened to that blanket I brought in, and second, I start hoping that I wore deodorant that day. I think it’s both funny and heart warming that he’s doing this, we both end up mutually hugging. He then follows as I return to my family and sits down next to my brother. Someone else has taken my seat. My mom and relatives greet him warmly and ask him questions. He’s more than happy to answer. I leave them to it to look for more snacks and he and my mom follow me. My mom is asking what his job is, and he said that he’s only in town for a few days, as he follows the event for a job. My mom approves, but tries to get him to stay in the area. She seems to really like him. I’m a little embarrassed, but happy because even though I don’t know much about him, I like him a lot too. He too seems to like the idea and said that he’s trying to find a way to do that.
Later, it’s nighttime, and we stop by a doughnut place before going home. I’d been wanting to go there. My brother specifies what he wants and go in to order it: a half a dozen doughnuts, the cheesecake, original with strawberry, other yummy flavors and specifically the strawberry topped flavor with extra jelly on top for my brother. The nice man takes them out for me and I am so happy to finally be able to eat these….when I wake up. D’oh!!
I was driving/walking around the area I grew up, supposedly on my way to school, when we saw a Burger King. I mentioned to my brother and mom that for some reason I never see anyone at BK during night or day, but it’s always jam-packed for breakfast. My brother confirms, oh yeah, BK breakfast is the best. So we go in and it’s a small, tight, carpeted joint. We wander to the back nearest the kitchen and my brother sits down at 2 2-seater tables (definitely fast-food tables). He and I wait for a server as we’ve already been to this place before (in another dream). I warn everyone that I have to be done in 10 minutes because I have to make it to school. My mom looks around and sees some food sitting in a container covered with foil. I turn around to ask my brother when my sister, who was supposed to be meeting us there is coming and how we’re going to sit and eat, when my mom had already grabbed a plate and several char siu pieces and started eating it. She was commenting on the good taste, when the server comes out, sees her with it, grabs it out of her hand and tosses it aside before turning to us and asking for our order. She has an Eastern European accent and an exasperatedly gruff exterior, but friendly. I remember her from a prior dream and wonder if she remembers me too. At this point my sister has arrived and my brother has moved over to the table my mom and I are at which has morphed into a 4-person table. That’s good because people are streaming in and waiting for tables. My brother has already ordered, and then it’s my turn. I order the “Meal Maker” which is a sampler dish plus another dish, though the name escapes me at this point. She goes back into the kitchen to place our orders and I am super excited to be able to eat tater tots and hash browns. Not too soon thereafter, my first dish arrives by an attractive younger woman possibly Asian or mixed, but with a Chinese accent. I think it’s an omelette with all the works on it. My mom asks me if she was Asian but I’m too busy digging into my food to answer, but I don’t need to because suddenly we hear a loud Vietnamese conversation coming from the kitchen area. I was a little surprised because I thought as a BK, it would be staffed like a fastfood place and not a restaurant. For some reason everyone kept referring to it as Rand Ally instead of BK. Anyways all of our food comes and as we eat, I laugh and notice that it’s no longer 6:50am, but more like 7:50am. I am one hour late. I start joking that I guess I’ll be missing first class today. Then I decide that it’s better to just miss the whole day because it works out: I had presentations and papers all due today but I’d done absolutely none of it all weekend…I knew I’d forgotten to do something. Then I laughed with my brother, asking, I can’t remember how I used to go to school? Was it school bus, because I have a car, so why not use it? My family confirmed that and said it was because it was a waste of money to go park my car at school. I disagreed since convenience was better than the parking pass payment, and now money isn’t a big problem. Later, even though I hadn’t meant to go to school, I wandered in anyways and walked down the quiet hall (my true elementary school hall). I caught a glimpse of my boss in real life, but in my dream a teacher, and booked it into the nearest bathroom which looked suspiciously like an old bathroom from our old house. I could see x-ray style through the door as she walked slowly by, suspicious of me, but distracted by commotion in the boy’s bathroom next door.
A prior dream saw me shopping in a very crowded place, filled with old classmates. It was a library/school store/retail store. Very full. I think I was living on campus, but I still had my dogs. I was getting bored because I couldn’t afford anything, when I noticed their massive Clearance section. Immediately drawn to it, I started picking through all the goodies, thinking about Christmas gifts and comparing prices. A worker was actively marking down items and I was criticizing the prices with my mom, because I was a price guru and knew what was a good deal and what wasn’t. So hah.
Been a while since I updated and I’ve had plentiful, memorable dreams, just not recorded.
The setting was a townhome-like place and my sister had her baby so the grandparents were there and she had had her son. Then shortly thereafter, I was in a supposed hospital setting and was apparently pregnant, but I didn’t know it. Bringing me back to the townhome, I’m carrying my baby girl to a table where my grandparents are sitting as well as my sister. My mom and brother are there too, but not in view, just their presence was noted. All of the sudden my aunt shows up, and I’m surprised again, but she says, matter of factly, that she’s here to see the baby. OK. So I leave my sister in charge of my girl because I’m supposed to be packing to move out of the townhouse. There are boxes everywhere and my mom and brother are supposed to be moving/packing stuff, that’s why I don’t see them. I remember thinking in my mind about the mess I got myself into having a baby. Then I wracked my brain for who the father could be, as the girl is distinctly half light-skinned (unclear what race) and with lighter hair. My brain then decided on a father and I felt ashamed because he was married. I vowed that he would never find out. Then I went back to look for my baby and I don’t see her anywhere. I ask my sister, in alarm, as she was supposed to be looking after her, but my sister’s still sitting at the table on her phone. Without bothering to look up, she shrugs, and says, I don’t know, she went that way, waving in a non-specific direction. I freak out in fear because it’s a townhome with a split level entrance. I run over to the staircase and exclaim, “WHAT IF SHE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS???” Again my sister seems to have no care. I run into the kitchen which is full of boxes and a little dark and call for my girl. She comes toddling out from a dark corner and I’m very relieved, but she seems to be growing at an alarming rate, just getting older and older as I look at her. She’s a big. Girl. BIG girl. Almost as tall as me now, attesting to her paternity. I am sad at my sister (beyond mad at her now, no energy to feel mad) for not caring, and continue moving boxes.
Tonight there were some interesting ones too. The most immediate memory is that I’m driving around in my old neighborhood and I am, to my surprise, engaged! I have an engagement ring! My mom and I drive to the old Sam’s Club near our house. I’m supposed to be waiting for my mom as she buys some quick things, but I get tired of waiting so I go in. I see my mom at the self-checkout and suddenly see my grand-aunt too. I buy 2 small items and there’s this huge, exaggerated view of the cash payment portion of the self-checkout machine. I just need to pay $3 and a few cents. Then I go looking around for my mom who apparently went back into the store for more stuff. I then notice that some cashiers have dogs with them. They’re part of a new program for attracting customers. I am in LOVE with the idea. There is a Great Pyrenees and pit bull mutt. I take both dogs so the workers can go on break and walk them with leashes first and then without. Everyone’s impressed with how I’m able to walk them so well. They walk right on either side of me very obediently and I am thrilled. I walk around a bit with them and then ask if they’re allowed to take breaks. The guy says, they usually don’t and I balk so I take them out myself so they can have a potty break.
I always wake up in the middle of the best dreams!
The other night I dreamed that my sister was finally moving out of my house. I was extremely happy and of course they still hadn’t fixed the siding like I asked them to so I had to do it but that’s ok becausr they were gone. Apparently I was going to do it myself but then my neighbor from here was helping me for some reason. He ripped all the nails out and we took off the broken siding then we replaced the piece and I left him to nail it back in but he did a horrible job and I had to try and fix it. Add in a trip to a home improvement store where I couldn’t find the siding I was looking for.
Then I was going to Kohls with my mom but when we got there the parking lot was empty and the lights were off inside the store. I assumed there was a power outage but we were upset so I got out of the car and walked along the sidewalk. Instead of just being stores, it became a stripmall and I passed the other stores looking to see what the problem was. Some had lights but some did not. There were some latino peopld standing around and I saw that as I walked the back portion of Kohls was lit. Then I woke up. There was something significant that occurred but I forget now.
Last night’s dream was pretty cool. Video game like. There was a carnival/fall festival portion where I was enjoying some games. Then it cut to a…TV show? Maybe I was playing a game? Anyways it was a race through a crazy obstacle course where it cycled between first person and tv-viewing. The characters were Gumball and Darwin from the cartoon tv show and the obstacles were water, ladders, walls, pipes, etc where you would have to navigate on a timed course. It was understood that you were 2 of several contestants and they/you were bottom dead last. Finally making it through the last tunnel, it ended up landing me on a cushion in a large room where the rest of the class (now it was apparently a class for training purposes). Given that I had just barely passed the course I begged the instructor to let me have another chance at it. They said OK, but now the whole group was placed on a large moving platform and sent to the other side of the compound outside where I got to see it all from up high. That course had been the 2nd level and now I was to complete the 3rd and final level with a burly male partner, and for some reason I had aced the previous test which allowed me special permission to represent our whole class with my partner on the course. I knew the stakes and significance of acing this course too so I carefully studied my mission and as much of the course as was visible.
We were both suited up with spec ops gear and the two of us transported to the entrance. As we made our way there it was pitch black so I flipped on my night vision goggles. My partner whispered to me asking what I had seen and I told him dead soldier bodies. Lots of them. We were worried…this was just practice right? They’re actors? We creep up to the door in the darkness, readying ourselves. Our earpieces told us to go and i we went, fast and efficient. I don’t even know what the mission was. The area was littered with fallen bodies of enemies and friendlies. Obviously a battle had been fought. We split up looking for key items like usb drives with data, and anything with intel or looking like a key to unlock the upper areas and to help us takr down the boss. At one point we were attacked by an enemy and since we were mostly unarmed, I pulled out my combat knife to defend myself. Those portions were fuzzy but we managed to fight them back, the sense of danger and urgency strong. I pilfered a bigger knife from my enemies and looked around for any other weapon. We found some data drives hidden that the enemy did not lay their hands on yet and both relieved that we still had each other to rely on. We were about to head forward to the next area when–
–I woke up. Baaaaaah!!!!!
Lots of dreams last night. So. Tired.
Very early dream was a bit bothersome with an old house, needing to vacate the house, somewhat spooky, problems, darkness.
There was driving. I was driving in really bad traffic (basically my commute) in a work area lined with cones. The left lane was very backed up and moving very slowly, but the right lane was clear, so I switched lanes and going very quickly. Then I came up upon why it was so backed up. At the intersection there was a building…just so happened the building was were I used to work/working-but-on-hiatus. The sign had changed since I was last there and I got out to see what was going on. The hygienist in my place explained the situation with a patient and I nodded knowingly because I was familiar with the person as a patient.
I was in a car with an old classmate from college. He and his wife were there, she in the back and he in the front seat. I never saw the outside, but I knew it was a sporty car because he likes them. I was in the passenger seat, except that it was a right-side driving car. Also it was very messy inside. I remember commenting that it was a right-side driver and where did he import it from? Then was walking through a mall-type building and I come upon my refrigerator (old one) which was having some issues with the renters splattering paint all over it. The maintenance guy was trying to fix it by scraping off the paint from the outside. He was off the clock, so told me what to do and let me to it. I thanked him and turned to my brother saying, yeah, it’s not hard, I just need a putty knife and some green spray paint. We had to get this done that night because the next day I was going away for a while. We came out to the parking lot of the mall to get in a car and it turns out it was a similar car to that one. We all pile in (it wasn’t my car…maybe like a zipcar?) and it was another right sider. Also it was manual which I can’t drive, but no one else offered to drive, so after removing the seat cushion and laughing at the pink, hello kitty motif, off I drove. Thankfully, where we had to go was only 20mph with lots of traffic, so I just had to stay in gear one and coast around with light acceleration. We end up in the parking lot of another mall and start walking through the store. It seemed very empty inside with construction plastic everywhere, and I made small talk with the security guard. He informed us that Sears (which we were in) was changing their name due to an online campaign/contest. The name was being changed to “A Bee’s Knees.” We left the store and I got a glimpse of the new name on the building. I commented to my brother that it was a waste that Sears died, but the new owners really did need to transform the image of the company so it all made sense.
It was all pitch black at that point as we walked to the next store area, loosely thinking about spray paint. There was a guy standing in the darkness, but I wasn’t afraid because I wasn’t alone and so we get to the next place and I go “Oooo!” because there was a large clearance area on the outside of Sears. I start going through it and my mom was suddenly there with me. There were some great stuff with some great prices!! Totoro statues, Pokémon candy dispensers in increasing sizes ($2.50, $6.50, and $20), Totoro plant vase at $5, what I thought was an angel wall sconce holder, but turned out to be a huge cute penguin sconce holder for some small price. My mom was poking around too and my brother went off to get a cart. I piled things in and turned to find the price scanner hidden in a display behind us over a large glass ammo case which I was going to look through after the clearance shelf. I start price scanning things and they were the price they showed and put them all in the cart, thinking how my sister would love getting these for Christmas.
But then I woke up before I could go through more great finds. 😦
I’m with my family and I’m driving my old car (with my mom’s license plate on it). I pull into a parking lot in a shopping center and my mom and I get out to go grocery shopping. The store allows dogs and I have my new dog, a Boston Terrier, with me (bulldog type) on a blue harness. We look at some dog treats and I can’t make up my mind so we go to the fitting rooms to test a treat out. I walk into the area and there are a few workers sitting at tables having a meeting. I see in a vacant room that someone else had tried a dog treat bag, and just left it on the floor. Suddenly I get cold feet about trying treats out because it felt wrong, so I pick up the Boston Terrier, cradling him? her? in my arms and go out to find my mom. I show her the way I’m holding the dog and say that they like it, and carry all 25lbs of it (getting heavier and heavier) around. We end up in either a different store or a different part of the store, still looking at dog treats. This place has shelves and products that go almost up to the ceiling. I spend time looking at the ingredients and my mom sees a little binder they’re selling about how to care for dogs (the cover looks like a license plate with silly sayings on it). She keeps asking me if I need one of the books and I repeat myself several times saying no, I don’t, I know how to take care of my dogs, thank you very much. But they talk about worms! No, I’m fine, thanks. Then we leave–the Boston Terrier is walking on its own now–and it’s gotten rather dark. Not night yet, but very close to it. I’m looking for my car, but have forgotten where I parked it, but spot it in the distance. My mom complains that we went the long way and I’m like, yeah I forgot where we parked, but it didn’t help that my brother had moved the car, while waiting for us. We get in, and I speed away like I always do when I drive, commenting about the automatic transmission as opposed to a CVT. As I come up to the light, a double turn lane, I overshoot the light sensor and end on asphalt that’s been milled, so I put it in reverse and back up. Just my luck that someone else is driving up behind me, so I stop. A big SUV and other cars start cutting in front of me, so I follow the car in front of me and get into the other turn lane. Light turns green and I shoot off after the other cars when suddenly it’s pitch black and I’m driving down this amazingly windy, downhill, part paved, part dirt road at about 80 miles an hour, dodging pedestrians and other cars as I follow traffic. Then the camera changes altogether to bumper cam and I can’t see a darn thing, except that there’s a police chase going on and I’m still trying to figure out my viewing camera and WTF is going on. Then it changes again to dual screen where the upper screen is the bumper cam craziness with blue lights and all, while the bottom cam is a top down of me in bit graphics having ditched the car and running into a series of tunnels underground. There are bosses I need to defeat while trying my hardest to get away. Soon it’s just the bottom screen that’s the focus and I’m trying to get items in chests while escaping with limited time on the clock. Obviously the items are just a lure. I hit turrets, dodge bosses and finally get out the other side of the cave towards the light.
Then there’s this convoluted, complicated series of platformer type video game adventures, and I end up driving around on an island. Old school, not many modern amenities. My sister is there and has been bitten by a very toxic bug. Something about the trunk of an old sedan, and not spreading the virus/bacteria to the mainland. Some swimming between islands, boats and sand. I can’t for the life of me remember it. Or maybe that was before the other adventure?
I didn’t even touch video games this weekend!
Wasn’t a good night for sleeping…then again, I haven’t really been sleeping for a week. Very tired.
I was in a town house. It was new! We were having a housewarming party. I looked out from the kitchen and sitting at the counter were former presidents Clinton and W. Bush. My mom greeted them and after a little hesitation I came over to shake their hands too. Then I was bustling around being busy while the party was going on. My relatives were all here and there, sitting on the couch and eating food, talking, etc. I sat down on the couch with a row of my family and sitting and talking and laughing with them, and suddenly, I noticed that my ex was sitting 2 people down from me. Why was he there? I remember thinking to myself in the dream, had he been there the whole time? He was looking at me out of the corner of his eye and looking away. I decided to pretend he didn’t exist. I went back into the kitchen to make macaroni and cheese for myself, so I opened cabinets to find THE pot, but after opening 10 cabinets and looking through hundreds of pots and pans, I couldn’t find it! I couldn’t believe how many pots and pans there were! Then my mom told me that oh, it’s outside. My ex’s mom had a shed outdoors and my mom had gotten the OK to store her extra stuff in there. I went in and started poking around. There were lots of junk, but after lots of searching and visits from my ex’s family, I still couldn’t find my pot!
I never could make my macaroni and cheese. 😦