GoatGirl

I had several dreams last night . . .

*Important Background Information*

I've been reading book 1 in a series called Ninja Meerkats to my seven-year-old brother. In it there are four meerkat main characters: Jet, Donnie, Chuck and Bruce. Their enemies are two men who tried to take over the world and failed because of the meerkats. Don't ask why this is important in my dream. Just read the dream and you'll see.

*Actual Dream*

I was in a public restroom, and I was, surprise surprise, a meerkat! I was at the sinks with my fellow meerkats. In this dream I have a feeling I was Jet, a super fast and impatient meerkat in the book. There were also two enemies there with us at the public restroom sinks. I don't know what they were, but I'm guessing men with armor on. Except it didn't look like armor. It was metal but they looked like they were dressed like ninjas. In the dream the meerkats' goal was to steal a pearl from the men. It had significant importance for them taking over the world I guess. Chuck is the leader meerkat in the book, and he was in the dream too. I don't know what our plan was but I know Chuck had it planned out. The pearl was in a soap dish and looked a lot like soap, but we knew it wasn't. While Chuck was talking to the men, I (Jet) leaped onto the counter and grabbed the pearl. We left the public restroom and Bruce and Donnie were mad at me; that was against the orders. Chuck, however, just said "It's okay. I felt the same way, like I could just leap up there and grab it."

Suddenly I wasn't a meerkat anymore, except it wasn't really sudden because it was just a different dream. Or maybe it wasn't; I don't know. But anyway, I was myself again, at home. My dad said we could either play games or do schoolwork. I meekly said I guess I should do schoolwork (even though I wasn't Jet anymore I'd still done something wrong I guess.) My dad said, "No, it's okay. You can play games."

And then, again it wasn't the same setting. I was in my room with my grandma, and my room was really messy (it isn't in real life because I recently cleaned it.) She told me the social workers were coming again (don't ask, it's complicated, but they did come a couple weeks ago.) and I had to clean my room again but I shouldn't make it spotless because we don't want it to look like we just cleaned. Also, around the same time I think my grandma was looking through old videos of my brothers and I when we were little.

That's just about the end of the dreams, but whew! That was one crazy night.