3/24/17

Last night I dreamed that we were at the lake and needed to leave but mom clogged the toilet so I had to keep flushing it so I could go to the bathroom before we left. Dad got mad that I was taking so long.

I had another dream that I was in my Jeep with mom and we were driving home and she was going too fast on the road that’s damaged. I told her to slow down because the bridge narrows to one lane and I was afraid she was going to hit the concrete barriers on either side. She didn’t slow down and I told her there was road damage and she was going to beat the shit out of my car. I braced for the bounce but it wasn’t as bad as I thought; it had been smoothed out some since the last time I’d driven over it.

My last dream before waking I was at work and we had a late large group come in and take the big table in the back. No sooner had they sat down than another group came in needing a spot for five. I told ended up putting them in the green room because it was quieter since they were having a meeting and the “RT guys in the back” are pretty noisy. The weird thing about this is the group of guys I’d seated in the green room were from RT also; I recognized one of them from real life. I had to go back to the kitchen and check to make sure we still had plenty of specials and corn pudding.

3/19/17

Same suggestion as the nights before.

Last night I dreamed I was with my parents at a house surrounded by water. It wasn’t flooding; that was just the location. We were on the white porch of the house but had to go do something and that involved just swimming through the water to wherever. I think dad was carrying his cat. Once we started swimming I realized that it wasn’t that deep and when I actually looked, the water was crystal clear and I could see clear to the bottom. There was all sorts of colorful, neat coral and seaweed and other water plants/ground cover. I didn’t see any fish but there were muskrats swimming around us.

I had another dream but I wasn’t in it, just watching it. Gokudera from Reborn was there, an older version. His hair looked the same as his younger version but he had a long thin braid down to his butt that you couldn’t see from the front. Somehow, it got cut off and he was distraught and I don’t know who he was talking to, I think Tsuna, “It’s proof of how long I’ve loved you.” And the person–I couldn’t see them, but I knew they smiled–said, “Silly Gokudera. You are the proof.”

I had another dream in which I was in a hotel room planning a trip to another hotel because I was going to visit Australia. I’d been googling places and called this Thai-themed hotel in Australia and the concierge was very nice. She was telling me all about it and then offered to give me the wifi key to log into their server so I could see all the amenities; the key was “Angela” named after their favorite employee and when I got there Angela would be happy to show me around. (Also, I believe it was pronounced more Angella, like Queen Angella from She-Ra but it was spelled Angela.) Then somehow there were acquaintances in the room with me and they’d stayed at the same hotel and met Angela and said how wonderful she is and I made the comment, “Well, I don’t want to meet her then because compared to you guys she’ll think I’m a real bitch.”

While on the phone with the concierge I wrote down the number 1018; I think it was the room number I was supposed to check out online using the wifi/server password. Mom saw it and said, “$1018? That’s still pretty expensive!” and I said, “That’s not the price, that’s the room number” while thinking that a trip to Australia for three people (I don’t know who the other two people in this equation were) would be way more than $1018.

3/17/17

I used the same suggestion prior to sleeping as the night before.

Last night I dreamed I was at the warehouse with my family. I loaned a former coworker $20 (which changed to $50 later on in the dream). She paid it back but then other people were outside and kept complaining to me that they had borrowed money from her. I told them that was none of my business, to take it up with her. They were made because they borrowed $30 but when they went to repay it, it was $50 because my former coworker’s boyfriend, who apparently was brokering the thing, charged them interest and fees. I thought to myself that was pretty sketchy, but again, I told them to take that up with him and that I had nothing to do with it.

These groups of people (two or three to a group) kept kind of stalking my business and threatening violence. I was in the back loading dock room in the hopes they couldn’t see me through the windows and would leave but instead one girl found her way in through the back door. She brushed up against my arm and I felt something prickly; I looked down and she was brandishing a taser and giving me a threatening look. I asked, “Are you really threatening me with a taser?” I stood up and she only came up to about my chest, she was really small. And the taser looked very homemade. I said, “Are you really threatening me with a fucking taser?!” at which point I grabbed her arms, spun her, and pinned her. I sat on her, keeping her on the ground, holding her hands behind her back.

I told my mom to call the cops; I knew them so I was confident they would listen to me and believe me and we could clear this whole stupid thing up. Before doing that, however, the girl was now wearing this weird tinfoil hat thing and mom hooked the girl’s homemade taser (which she had dropped in the struggle, I believe) up to the hat. I could feel the girl twitching and I said, “Mom, what are you doing, that’s too much…” (I was still holding the girls arms and keeping her on the ground.) Mom finally turned the taser hat off but I knew it was too late. I don’t know if it was just a thought or aloud that I said, “Well, calling the cops just got a lot tougher now that we have a dead body.”

11/16/16

Last night I dreamed that Ashley had texted me to cancel our Thursday get-together because she decided we couldn’t be friends because I don’t reply to her text messages. She had sent me one but I didn’t reply because I was sleeping.

I had another dream later where mom asked me to do something but I told her I’d do it in my sleep.

In another dream I was in high school, but then I went to stay over at a friend’s house. She lived on a farm and I wore sandals and realized that was a bad choice. I still had my overloaded backpack from school which was fortunate because although it was only the first day, Mr. McGee had given us lots of homework and I’d almost forgotten about it several times. I think I did have a giant blanket or pillow with me also. I had shorts on which struck me as odd even in the dream since I never wear shorts. There was another girl there for the sleepover in the beginning but later it just became the two of us. As the dream progressed, my friend looked more and more like the redhead from Flip Flappers. She had a lot of siblings, including a wild toddler brother that almost escaped as I went up the stairs into the house, but I caught him and locked the little gate to the stairs. Her dad looked kind of scary but turns out he wasn’t. The mom kind of looked like our vet. I don’t know if my friend had to do chores or what (there were cows there) but there was a period of time where I would be left alone and I was grateful because I had to get that homework done.