lunagoddess

I’m leaving a store and on my way out I see one of those stuffed animal game grabby machines and it’s really large. All that’s in it are two black body suits with cutouts for the eyes and mouth. On one suit the holes are outlined in lime green, and the other is outlined in orange. There’s a man leaving the store behind me and I turn back as I’m walking and tell him, “those are really creepy.” And laugh. He kinda chuckles and I wonder what he thinks of me. That was bold on my part and not usually something I would do. I get outside and have to wait for a car to pass before I can walk to my car at the very end of the parking lot. There’s a woman sitting on the car that passed and someone runs up to her as the car is driving. Once at my car there is a starbucks across the way but they have updated their logo and it’s now a triangle. People have to mix up their own drinks now by shaking them. I drive away and swerve in and out of obstacles in the parking lot. I start speeding down a curved road where there is traffic and there are cars passing each other by swerving into my lane. I hope nobody hits me. My husband is stressed out by my driving. Out of nowhere tons of police cars fly past me and stop right in front of me. I stop and see them approach another car with guns out. They open the trunk and there are two girls in the trunk in body bags, but they’re alive and they were just having fun.

My husband and I are in the kitchen channeling Native American spirits that live in our house. My husband becomes a spirit animal of a bear and I become an eagle. We’re still in human form, but acting and feeling like those animals. A shaman appears and thanks us, telling us that the spirits won’t have to come back for at least 3 more years. So I give them 3 spoons. Afterwards on my bed I tell my husband that I had fun because I haven’t played fun, intuitive role games like that since I was a kid.

I’m at D&B’s and we’re getting dinner ready. All I have is leftover potatoes cut into squares and covered with sauce and mango or egg chunks. There’s not much so I try to divide it as evenly as possible. A.W. asks me to scoop up some grease and hand it to her with a slotted spatula. I try but all the grease falls out. She gets annoyed and says something snarky about my ability to do a simple task. I get really angry and vent to my husband about her ridiculous request and expectations.