My Dream Journal

I am at Walmart with my brother and sister. My mom gave me $1.25 to spend on buying things for my fish. I found a lady I recognize who works at Petco, but she is talking with another person. I state loudly that the stuff she has is too expensive, and I walk away. I can't find the real fish/pet section, though, and I tell my brother that. He shows me a map and tells me that I can import llamas from South America or Africa instead. I laugh, telling him it is illegal.
I am at Walmart, (completely different dream) in the pet section, and I see a cute guinea pig named Willow there, in a tiny cage. The sign by the cage says she has been there for 4-7 years. I remember feeling really bad, and thinking my parents wouldn't let me get anymore pets. I tell a little girl nearby that she should keep the guinea pig.
I am in the basement of a house, piece of broken wall surrounding me. I see a sort of secret door in the wall, and I remember thinking it is some sort of puzzle/mystery. I go upstairs, and my dad asks me what my favorite part of our new bathroom is. I run into the bathroom, and tell him that it is the floor. The floor is sparkly tile with bead-like things on the corners. When you walk in, I think there were two sinks, one on either side. The toilet is on the far left side, along with one of those kiddie toilet seats. I remember going to the bathroom, and trapping a doll or baby or something underneath the kiddie toilet seat. (If only I had realized how different it is from the real one!) Sometime later, I am out of the bathroom, and I am watching a video of migrants walking in a line, one Mexican, and the others are white. I start walking with a black girl down the white line. We are friends, and we are yelling for one of our other friends to join us. But, we can't find her. I tell the black girl to stay with me, and we walk into the building. I see the friend, who I recognize from school, and run into her arms and jump. She twirls me around and lifts me up. I end up doing a flip in the air, and landing somehow gracefully on my back.
Ok, I know I have a lot of dreams about my bettas, but hears another one. I am watching one of my bettas, and I notice that he is sitting above the water. Scared, I quickly push his head down, and then the rest of his body. For some reason he is in a little bag, and when I first saw him, he was in a little container. (I realized it was strange in my dream.) My mom comes along, and I tell her that we need to get a bigger tank for Bob(the betta).
I don't know why, but the dream about the bathroom seemed to stand out the most to me. I feel like it's really important.