Banana Muffins and Buying a House

Last week, I had two dreams.  Unfortunately I've waited too long to write them up, so they aren't nearly as detailed as they should be.

In the first dream, I was in some sort of classroom.*  I think that the class was going to have some sort of holiday party or something, because people were being assigned food to bring in.  Somehow it ended up that James and I were responsible for bringing banana muffins.  Now, normally I make them from scratch, but in the dream, they were being made from box-mixes.  Also, we each had to make/bring ONLY six.  This resulted in a giant argument, because that meant that we'd both have to buy a box, and use half an egg, and why couldn't James come over so we could use one box and make all 12 at the same time?  But there's dream-logic for you.  Each had to use half a box and toss the extra. Couldn't even make a dozen and keep half for myself.
There was some more stuff that happened after that, but I don't remember it.

Second dream:

I was attending Penn State* and trying to find someplace to live.  My aunt and uncle lived like 15-20 minutes away and were thinking of moving, so I was going to buy their house and live there. (IRL, they do not live anywhere near Penn State.)  Anyway, they were out of the house (shopping? on vacation?) and I was visiting, just kind of checking it out and seeing what kind of changes (paint) I'd want to make when I moved in.  All their stuff was still there.  All of a sudden, I hear someone knocking on the door, so I went downstairs, and it was a real estate agent with a couple who wanted to look at the house.  I was just like, um, no, go away, I'm buying this house, so you don't need to look at it.  But at that moment, a random girl shows up, and said that she could show them around, it'd be no problem!  Apparently she was renting a room that I hadn't gotten around to looking in yet, and knew that the house was going to get sold, but she just figured she'd keep renting her room from the new owner.  Lots of mis-communication going on.  Eventually things got sorted, and I bought the house and the girl kept renting her room.  Kind of a boring dream.


Then, earlier this week, I had the following dream, which kind of ruined my day.  Just some background info- I've been trying to find a job, and keep getting turned down, and am waiting to hear back from the company that stars in this dream.

I got a call from the hiring manager, saying that they wanted to offer me the job, and could I start on Monday?  I of course, accepted the offer, and went to work.  The company kind of turned out (in the dream) to be kind of a weird oil-services kind of company.  I got a tour of the office area from a girl, and then she took me out to see the other buildings.  One that we went to was knee-deep with a really thick mud.  The workers in the building were collecting something (water? thats what it kind of looked like) from pipes that came down from the ceiling, and everyone was really muddy.  But they were all happy and enjoyed their jobs.  Now, the workers were all dressed for this, but I was wearing nice pants and flats... so I'm pretty sure I lost the flats in the mud.

That's really all I remember of that one because I just got pissed when I woke up that I didn't actually have the job. :(



*Why so many dreams about school? I'm graduated!

Woop-woop!

Last Thursday (I think):

I had a dream (got to think of a better way to start this) where Jake and I had made plans to meet up with some people at an ice cream parlor.  We got there earlier than the people we were supposed to meet, so we got some milkshakes and sat down at a booth.  Because of how the place was structured, the people we were meeting didn't see us when they came in and sat at the booth behind ours.  We could hear what they were talking about, and heard them mention poisoning us.  Apparently we knew something we shouldn't know, and they needed to get rid of us.  Jake and I looked at each other and silently agreed that we needed to get out of there without them noticing, and fast.  We slowly crept out of our booth and made a dash for the other side of the restaurant.  When we were halfway there, the people we were meeting (who I have a vague feeling were Jake's aunts) started shooting at us, so we took off running.  

I assume we lost them, but I don't remember the middle part where we got away, but I know this next part is part of the same dream.

It picks up with me in the car with my dad and Kevin, and I'm driving.  I'm ranting to them about what happened at the restaurant, so I'm distracted, and run a red light.  As I run it, I hear the woop-woop of the police car that is two cars back.  I swear, and pull up on the sidewalk on the left side of the street (one way street, two lanes, sidewalks on both sides, so only place to pull over is on the sidewalk so traffic can go around) to wait for the cop to make it through the light.  As I'm waiting, I pull out my license and registration to get ready for the cop.  When the light changes, the cop pulls up behind me, other cars honk angrily.  The lady cop gets out of her car, and I roll down the window.  Instead of coming up to the car, she starts climbing up the fire escape of the building I pulled up next to.   I wait a few minutes for her to do whatever she's doing (messing with traffic cams?), but she doesn't come down for like ten minutes, so I just drive off.  There was a lot of traffic, and I was still trying to escape/get away from the ladies from the ice cream parlor.

I feel like the area I was driving through was India or something, because it kind of reminded me of Aladdin- the clotheslines going across the streets between buildings, they're all kind of clay and steel, and things are colorful.  But it's the same city as the ice cream parlor was in, and I have no idea where Jake went.  The drivers seat was on the left, just like in America (not sure what side of the road they drive on in India, so maybe it's not India, since I've never been there).