Had two dreams the other day that were related.
In the first one, James and I got dropped off at the grocery store by our moms for whatever reason. After we were done shopping (I assume, although we didn't have any bags with us), we went back out to wait for our ride to pick us up. It was cold and snowy and gross out, and I was going to go back and wait in the lobby-ish area, when James noticed that the car we were standing next to was unlocked. He was like, no, look, we can wait in this car. He walked around to the driver's side and got in. I was torn between waiting with him and walking back across the slushy parking lot to the store, and gave in and got in the car with him. Somehow he got it started (with no key and no hot-wiring) and started driving off in it. I yelled at him that he couldn't steal a car, and he was all, 'Amanda, you're no fun.' He turned back around and parked the car in a different parking space from where we found it.
That would seem to be the end of the dream, but given that the second one also took place at the grocery store, I feel like it was more of a prequel dream.
In the second dream, I was wandering around the grocery store (which I'm just assuming is Weggies, since it's kind of the best grocery store) with Sheree and Jake. We came across a whole bunch of other people there. I guess we must have been meeting up just to hang out, but were buying lunch from Weggies and eating it there? Not entirely sure. Anyway, there were a ton of people, including Belinda, Aleeza, James, etc. all sitting together at a table meant for not as many people as were sitting at it, and I'm pretty sure we were all just waiting for our parents to come pick us up.
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Sunday, February 24, 2013
Friday, November 30, 2012
Holy vivid dreams, Batman!
Yesterday:
Dream 1:
I had parents, but they were different than my real parents. The house was different too, although I was the same. The 'parents' were fostering other kids, and 'mom' was paranoid about something and decided that everyone had to pack everything up and that we were going to move the next day. I was like, ok, but I doubt we can get everything packed overnight. So I went upstairs to my room and opened my closet. Unlike other children, my closet was not full of clothes. It was full of books. Text books and reading for fun books and kid's books.... all sorts. That meant that they wouldn't pack up easily since they were different sizes, and after taking a half hour to pack one box up, I went back downstairs and was like, yeah, this isn't going to happen. That's all I remember of that dream.
Dream 2:
I was in a tiny powder blue four door car, like a Yaris or something. I was traveling somewhere with Belinda, James, Mike and someone else. I know there were five of us because Belinda and James were in the back seat, there was someone in the passenger's seat, and I was driving, and then Mike showed up and we squished him in between the driver & passengers seats. We got to wherever we were going, and found a parking spot. It was one of those ones that are at the edge of a parking lot by the grass. The grass led to this really steep hill, and at the bottom of the hill was the building we were going to. After whatever it was that we were attending was over, James, Belinda and I went back to the car (dunno what happened to Mike and the other person). But now we were more or less parked in. There were giant SUVs or Hummers or something on both sides, close enough that the doors could only open like three inches. Maybe four. The stupid tiny car didn't have a back hatch we could crawl through, so our options were waiting, or magic. The dream chose magic, and somehow James got me and Belinda in the backseat, and then got in the front seat himself, calling the two of us idiots and acting all James-like. Then we drove away, but I feel like we were also possibly being chased by bad guys, because I have a vague recollection of zooming through the parking lot and taking a corner on two wheels, but that might have just been how James drives.
Last night:
Dream 1:
Shit. I remembered this. I even took three snapshots of different parts of the dream in my head so I could remember the whole thing. Now I don't. I was all proud of myself too, until I fell back asleep and had Dream 2. And apparently Dream 2 made it so I forgot my snapshots of Dream 1.
Dream 2:
I don't know what happened, but it was disturbing enough to make me get out of bed.
Dream 1:
I had parents, but they were different than my real parents. The house was different too, although I was the same. The 'parents' were fostering other kids, and 'mom' was paranoid about something and decided that everyone had to pack everything up and that we were going to move the next day. I was like, ok, but I doubt we can get everything packed overnight. So I went upstairs to my room and opened my closet. Unlike other children, my closet was not full of clothes. It was full of books. Text books and reading for fun books and kid's books.... all sorts. That meant that they wouldn't pack up easily since they were different sizes, and after taking a half hour to pack one box up, I went back downstairs and was like, yeah, this isn't going to happen. That's all I remember of that dream.
Dream 2:
I was in a tiny powder blue four door car, like a Yaris or something. I was traveling somewhere with Belinda, James, Mike and someone else. I know there were five of us because Belinda and James were in the back seat, there was someone in the passenger's seat, and I was driving, and then Mike showed up and we squished him in between the driver & passengers seats. We got to wherever we were going, and found a parking spot. It was one of those ones that are at the edge of a parking lot by the grass. The grass led to this really steep hill, and at the bottom of the hill was the building we were going to. After whatever it was that we were attending was over, James, Belinda and I went back to the car (dunno what happened to Mike and the other person). But now we were more or less parked in. There were giant SUVs or Hummers or something on both sides, close enough that the doors could only open like three inches. Maybe four. The stupid tiny car didn't have a back hatch we could crawl through, so our options were waiting, or magic. The dream chose magic, and somehow James got me and Belinda in the backseat, and then got in the front seat himself, calling the two of us idiots and acting all James-like. Then we drove away, but I feel like we were also possibly being chased by bad guys, because I have a vague recollection of zooming through the parking lot and taking a corner on two wheels, but that might have just been how James drives.
Last night:
Dream 1:
Shit. I remembered this. I even took three snapshots of different parts of the dream in my head so I could remember the whole thing. Now I don't. I was all proud of myself too, until I fell back asleep and had Dream 2. And apparently Dream 2 made it so I forgot my snapshots of Dream 1.
Dream 2:
I don't know what happened, but it was disturbing enough to make me get out of bed.
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