trouble

I dreamt about trouble all night. Over and over again. Each time, I was trying to manage to see him, and each dream was begun and ended with the most trivial of activities.

The time I remember most is that I was at a park of some kind, there was a lot of people that he knew there. I wanted to take him home, but he said he couldn’t, because there were lots of things he had to think about. For instance, it had been raining a lot and my driveway was all muddy, and she would wonder where the mud came from. He wanted me to meet him after the event (I believe softball or something) and we could sit in his truck. It was parked amongst all kinds of trucks and campers. I told him I had no interest in trying to have sex in a truck. He then said that I could just meet him and we’d talk tonight, and then he’d come over to my place tomorrow because it would have dried by then. It seemed like a desperation tactic. I wasn’t impressed. I told him to text me when he was done, and we’d see. I went to a grocery store and got some ice cream and went home. I got the text, and he said he was just going home.

List of random memories from last night’s dreams:

**Shopping with my mother in a weird store, where we had to climb shelves to find the things we were looking for. I looked at stones and a keyboard for the son.

**Living in a big house with an infinity pool in the back. It was beautiful. My family lived there, and they had not saved for the purchase, they just kind of lucked into it. I remember feeling the breeze coming off the ocean in the back by the pool.

**Sleeping in a room with lots of men. I was part of a resistance cell, and I was sort of kidnapped into it. Part of the deal was that I had to service the men of the group. I was more than happy to service the first few that started the group, but as they added members, I was expected to move around more. I didn’t really want to, not because it was against my will or anything, but because I liked having the ones I’d already had. It was hard for me to remember who I was supposed to be with each night

**Big, drafty, abandoned buildings, with a freight elevator. I was moving amongst the buildings, and then was trying to get ready to celebrate new years with my friends. I found a mac counter in the upstairs, and was trying to find a sparkly red eye shadow. I was embarrassed to be there, because the MAC people looked at me funny. I felt unworthy and too poor to buy the stuff. I found a Mary Roach book on tape, and wanted to keep it, but I turned it in as lost. Then I worked at the toy store across the mall, and I had to use their bathroom, and I was embarrassed to be there again. It was like high school.

**I was staying at Dan Savage’s house, we had a big party, I ended up naked and sleeping in his bed, much to both of our chagrin the next morning. He teased me about it, but I knew he had enjoyed it. We teased back and forth for a while, and then I found my clothes and went home

**I called into work. The kids were home with me. We were going to watch the home improvement channel, because we were living in a drafty house that needed repairs, but the channel was broken

**I took the kids to a locally owned toy store, they were having an event, the kids had to find a picture or han solo figure in the store. The kids were running around looking, but the owner of the store had gathered up all of the han solo merchandise and pics, and was carrying them himself. He’d also hired goons to protect the stuff so that no one could win. I called them @ssholes and left.

Auntie Em

While I’m at it, there was another recent dream that sort of sticks with me. I was at my aunt’s house with Mr. Trent. My Aunt was an eccentric Auntie Mame type, an artist. She lived in a prairie style house, with two floors, and it was painted red, like a barn. We were sitting in the front yard, and she had some of her work displayed for sale. Mr. Trent and I were both drawn to a piece of art with an Asian flair. I said how much I wanted it, and he said he wanted it too. I pointed out that my aunt made it, so I probably had the upper hand. There was more to the dream, but I found it interesting that this part stays with me. In the interest of full disclosure, I had watched Twister right before having that dream.

300 Cups of Coffee

Taking another moment away from work I really need to get done, let me tell you what I can remember about a dream I had.

I was at a carnival/fair type event, and I discovered a tent where they had free coffee. I was so excited. They had all kinds of coffees and flavors. I made myself a big pitcher of iced coffee, and was drinking straight out of the pitcher. Then I thought that I needed some flavor, and was looking for some cream. I got it all mixed up, and then it occurred to me that I might look a little strange carrying around a pitcher of coffee at the fair. I looked around for something better to carry my beverage. There were cups, but they were way too small for the extraordinary amount of coffee I wanted. There was an adjoining room with stuff this organization hosting the coffee tent was selling garage sale style. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was really for sale or not. I spotted a big thermos, and it was only 25 cents, and I was thinking about taking it, and leaving the quarter, since no one else was around. Then a member of the org came in, showing some of the merchandise to someone. They started asking me questions like I knew, and it made me anxious, so I left, presumably with a lot of coffee.

Next, I was working, it was in a very similar environment to the attitude of the carnival. We worked in cubes that were like the Japanese sleeping hotels, cubes stacked on top of each other. My cube was really cushy, and upholstered in plush blue cushions. There was no chair, I sat on the floor of the cube and was very comfortable. I had my headset on, apparently I answered phones. There was a new guy in the cube behind me, he was very cute, and I was amusing myself with flirting with him. He was flirting back. A co-worker came around and commented on how I had already snapped up the new guy, and we both denied; I said I didn’t want to date him, but he was welcome to sleep over. Then, he climbed into my cube, and we started to kiss and touch each other, and I wondered if he was going to follow through.

Boom Boom Pow

Parking in dad’s driveway, mfx’s truck was broken, he was driving a loaner that belched smoke. It was red and white and old. He was giving me a ride, I was late.

I was late, I went to the back of the building, a celebration was happening. I was told to go do fireworks on the back porch. The porch was high in the air, like we were in a treehouse or high rise, and I know my mom was there. We did the fireworks, they were amazing, and either myself or someone there had a hand in developing. Sparks went everywhere, but no one was burned. Right after popping mine, I turned around, and a man was there. He was attractive, but for some reason, I wanted to avoid him. An attractive woman joined him, and they both were intent on talking to me, and I was attracted to them, but wanted to stay away. I dodged them for a while, and then hid.