Dreams, July 24th

I've been having weird dreams lately, and need a place to write them down. This seems like a good place.

1. Last nights dream: I was in a car with my mom looking for some place. When we parked, we found ourselves in a deserted area. She went one way, and I went walking around by myself. I found an abandoned building, completely open, no doors, and decided to walk in. But when I did, I had a flashback of something horrible/scary that happened before - a la Rob Zombie film - and ran out of there, got back into the car and waited for my mom to come back. When she did she was holding a pair of turquoise shoes. She handed them to me saying she found this pair of turquoise ballet flats and thought I would like to have them. I put them on and thought them to be uncomfortable, until I took out the soles and found that the shoes weren't ballet flats, but one of those t-strap sandals (but thicker, and black) and lace-ups. Now my feet were in these contraptions. Then we drove off to my alma mater, where she dropped me off. I wasn't allowed to be there, but I walked into Dempsey anyway. I was looking for someone, I don't know who. I was walking up the stairs (which were different than the stairs in the real Dempsey), when I saw Trish (an older sorority sister/RA back in her day) coming down. I immediately swung myself underneath the staircase, holding on to railings built under there, hoping I wouldn't be caught. I was, however, and was pushed off campus. Not knowing what to do, I walked to, what was in this dream, Monterrey's, where I ran into Tiffany, Laura, Jessie and Neal. They were all sitting outside eating chips and salsa, drinking margaritas. Tiffany, however, was pouring rum into her tequila-heavy margarita. I joined them for a glass, and when I was done went inside to get another round. But I was stopped, because my name had been called to do karaoke. So I sang, and went back outside to find that everyone had started walking to their cars - except for Tiffany, who was completely drunk and pouring her drink onto the ground and breaking things as she went. Next thing I know, it was morning and I was at Monterrey's again, but with my mom and the manager of the restaurant, explaining to him that it was not me who was destructive the night before. And as I was telling him this, I had a guilt come over me because I wasn't sure if I should tell him who it was or if I should keep my mouth shut. But he finally got over it, when he, for some reason, remembered that it wasn't me. It couldn't have been. So he let me and my mother go, and we went off to a secluded grocery store where we spent the longest time trying to find desserts that we could use for my dads new dessert cafe (??). He wanted ones that were gluten-free, because of me, but also things that normal people would like. And then my dads assistant (??) came in saying that the new toilet to the cafe had been installed and that it was really cool, because it was a Scottish toilet. ... And then I woke up.

WHAAAAAAAAT????

2. The night before that: I dreamt that I was dead, but had been given life again. I was like who I was before, except that I had nothing inside me. No organs, bones, nothing. So I had to go searching for them, and when I found them they were in a filing cabinet flattened out, and when I picked them up they were made of paper. So I had to spend my time figuring out how to get them back they way they were, without ripping or ruining them.

... WEIRD.

3. Three nights ago: I was trying to set up a party for the boyfriend - either a "congratulations on your success" party or a birthday party, couldn't figure it out. The only location I could afford, however, was a tiny dorm room - no windows, no furniture, no appliances, about the size of the maintenance room at work. The party was the next night and I was freaking out about how I was going to throw this party for him, knowing that no one could fit into this place. Then Amy showed up saying that she lived in the room next door and said that we could use her place. She said that she lived with a lot of people, but she was the only one in town for the week. So we went in, and saw that the floor was filled up with beds and a big screen tv on the wall. It was great for whatever party I was throwing, so we started to set up. Then we got a knock on the door, and saw our gay, black friend, Craig (??), outside. He was there for the party, but he was a day early so we told him to go home.

... UHHHH .... WHAT?