Last night I dreamed that finally we were putting in a small pool at the house. We were going to set up a koi pond too. I was really excited about it and mom and I were looking at all this great foamy waterproof poolside furniture. I was saying about how sometimes you don’t even want to swim but you still want to float around in the water. However, this meant I had to buy the new Apple Watch because I’d need the waterproofing and that way I could just leave my phone on the side. I planned on being in the pool all the time.
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.