Moiraine

I am in a house in the country with Hayden. The house is unfamiliar territory for me but I believe it is his. He is having some sort of party because there are people everywhere drinking and smoking. I'm not much one for parties. The house is fairly uninteresting, typical of some poor college party kids, so nothing really sticks out. I step outside into the night to escape the noisy atmosphere. There are still some people around, but I take little notice in them. I go down the porch steps to gain a little distance from the house. I take a few moments to look up at the sky, and when I bring my eyes back down to earth there is a rattlesnake not 2 feet away from me, shaking his rattle like he is one pissed off dude. Of course I instantly jolt into preparedness to run, but I'm not sure if I should attempt to because he is already so close. I don't have to make that decision, though, because one of the party goers nearby shoots the snake. I should feel relieved but I don't. I look at the snake for a little longer. Hayden is nearby, laughing around with some of the others. Maybe they thought it was cool. I look down at my feet, pull my left pant leg up and see not just one but two bite marks where the fangs clearly penetrated skin. Anxiety and fear rushes over me. At least the entry is far away from my heart. That gives me more time, I think.

I walk over to Hayden and in a slightly shaky voice quickly tell him of my wound, and show the marks. The people around us look on in an interested manner, kind of like watching an argument break out in public because it's entertaining. I ignore them. Hayden sees I need medical attention but does not seem too rushed. He says something which I guess is about getting ready to leave, and walks off. I'm bothered by his lack of worry. I walk up to one of the typical party dudes who is smoking and grab is glass pipe out of his hands. There is a fresh bowl of marijuana in it, and I quickly cash it. Probably not the best idea, I think. Finally Hayden is ready to leave, but we are not leaving in a simple car. That would be too boring. The next thing I know we are sailing through the night on a motorhome. Note, we are riding ON TOP of the house on wheels like it is some sort of road boat. There are rails around the sides, and a big wooden steering wheel at the front like a ship. Hayden is steering. He licks his finger and feels for the wind, even though we are already moving. We're moving pretty fast too, but I'm not afraid of falling off. All I can think is I wish we were moving faster. We reach the nearest town, Dublin, and have to stop at a red light.

Notes: I did not see or feel the snake bite me. Maybe this is a warning that something in real life is sneaking up on me. I must say though the ride on the motorhomeship was awesome!

Missed dream signs:I did not feel the snake bite.
-We were at "Hayden's" but it was somewhere in the country I've never seen before.
-I smoked marijuana. The guy I took the pipe from was already smoking on it, but the green in the bowl was clearly unspoiled before I lit it.
-We rode on top of a motorhome and we could have just called 911 if we wanted to.
-I was very scared and doing exhilarating things that would have had my heart beating fast. I'm aware that you are supposed to stay calm and move as little as possible when poisoned.

Mom, Dad and I stop by a small grocery store on the way home from nothing. The store is more like a bar than a store, but I guess you could say it is both. There are lots of people staring at us. Dad gets into an argument with the manager because the guy is being an asshole for no reason. Some of the people laugh at us, and I have an odd sense that something bad is about to happen. We walk out of the store, but Dad turns around and marches right back in. I follow after him with a rushing sensation. I strut in, see him yelling at the manager, and I immediately scream "STAY AWAY FROM HIM" at the bar-grocery people because I think they might attack him. My dream shout is strong, filled with a cold biting wind that scares off all the DCs. I am thrown off at how loud I sound but quickly become distracted by the dream again. Dad has picked a fight with the manager and goes into a back door. Once again I follow after him. The hallway beyond the door is dark, but I can see at the end of it my dad is lying unconscious in a room. There is an office to my left where I can see a lady clerk typing away at a computer. At this point I am filled with adrenaline which further clouds my already foggy thinking. I scream at her in rage, she turns around and is suddenly the manager with a snug expression on his face. Feeling like there is nothing I can do or that it might be a trap, I run away back into bar-grocery, again the people stare and laugh at me, but I am in a hurry and run out of the store. "They have Dad!" I frantically shout to Mom. She has a sad look on her face. She directs her attention to a car next to us with 2 children inside. Apparently the manager's wife went inside and left them. I know what she is thinking, that we take the car and children as collateral until we get Dad back. I hesitate for only a moment before yelling at her to "GET IN AND DRIVE." She reluctantly gets in and I run to a nearby store to hide behind a pillar so I can watch the manager come out and see his reaction. "This had better work!" I think.

Notes:
Dad has bad road rage and cannot stand when people either do their jobs improperly or show a lack of courtesy. The day before this dream he almost made someone crash into the back of his truck on purpose because they were tailing him far too close. I share in his pain at the idiocy of most people and how bad at driving they are or their lack of care for life and living or other peoples' lives, but I realize that most of the time nothing can be done and people are just crazy. He should have been a police officer, I tell him. This dream is obviously about my fear that his rage will lead to serious consequences. And perhaps it shows that in the worst situation I would be willing to step down and do something immoral and terrible to assure the safety of my own family. I'm not sure if that's honorable or not..

Missed Dream Signs:
-The combined bar-grocery store filled with far too many people.
-My voice sounded cold, harsh and so loud that I noticed it was abnormal in the dream.
-Instead of fighting the manager I ran away.
-My strategy of kidnapping his kids was pretty over dramatic.