Mydera

Dream One: I'm in a parking lot with my husband. He's driving his Camaro. We pull into a parking space by pulling through an empty space behind it. We sit there for a couple minutes, watching some sort or ceremony or happening in the parking lot. I get bored and say lets go. When My husband pulls out though, the back of the car somehow just barely scrapes the car beside us because the car is parked over the line into our space. My husband curses, and I ask what happened, and he explains. I tell him to keep driving because it's not his fault someone parked in our space (my dream self is horrible, lol. In real life I'd never do this, I'd wait until the person came out and apologize and exchange insurance info at least!) As we drive off, I hear someone say, "Hey man! My car!!!" We think we got away, but a pair of headlights starts following us. My husband says he's going to jump out and open up a nearby shop and make them think he's someone else and the shop will pay for it. I tell him we should just make a lot of quick turns until we lose them. He jumps out anyways, so I take the car and start doing the quick turns. I think I've lost them, and go back to pick him up... except they car has stopped at the shop he was going to open and the guys had gotten out and started talking to him. My Husband has apparently told him we'd pay for the damages, and I get pissed and tell them no we won't/ They're the idiots who parked wrong, it was their fault. The guys then point to a friend of theirs who's sobbing desperately and grunting. They start telling me this sob story about how this is their buddy and he doesn't even speak, they're had to teach him all this stuff and they work so hard to make him happy and he really like riding in the car... and I stop the guy midsentence and ask him, "Wtf does this have to do with the car being scratched? Because the scratch it's going to prevent you from driving it." I start to storm back to my car, and the guy spins me around and tells me to man up and accept our responsibility for scratching his car. I look at him dead in the eyes and say, "No. If you'd parked like a man and parked your car correctly, this wouldn't have happened! I refuse to accept responsibility for your stupid mistake." I was so mean, lol. Then I told my husband we're leaving and jumped in the car. The guys didn't stop then though, they followed us to the car, and kept begging us to pay for the scratches, this time claiming they have no money to fix them. To which I reply they couldn't have gotten such a fancy modded car i they had no money, and that my own car was in major disrepair, paint peeling and everything, and I definitely don't have money to fix their car for them. Then I start to drive off (not trusting my husband to drive anymore, lol) We stop at the crying guy and one of his buddies though, and I ask them for their e-mail address and tell them I will contact them if I change my mind. I wake up, and the first thought in my mind was, "Holy cow, that was so our fault!" lmao

Dream Two: I'm at a store with my husband and son and daughter. We're looking through the Monster High Dolls because my little girl LOVES those, and I'm looking for some that she doesn't have. Instead, I find there are a ton of different clothes and such for them... which as far as I know doesn't exist in waking life. I see a big box of Crayola products too, and I want to buy it, but my husband won't let me. There's also a package of doll clothes made of paper that you color yourself to put on the dolls. I think that would be awesome, but my husband won't let me get it for my daughter either.

Dream Three: I'm at my other Grandparents house, and apparently we're living with them and not the grandma I'm living with now. In waking life though, those grandparents were always stable and didn't need anyone to help pay their bills, and they've been dead for a while now. In the dream my grandpa was building a couple of little rooms in the basement for us to live in. It's done by the time the dream starts though, so I'm walking downstairs to check it out. I marvel at how they got so much done in half a day, and if it was this easy why didn't they do this before?! My aunt laughs and says that's what grandpa was saying. Grandpa walks by, but he can't talk, he's just groaning and grunting. I am worried about this, but my aunt says that's just how he is now. Then she starts talking about my daughter and for some reason she thinks my daughter has a trech in her throat, and I tell her now she has a... and then I can't remember what was wrong with her (because in waking life, there's nothing wrong with her at all, she's a happy healthy kid) Then my aunt starts talking about getting an easy bake over for my daughter, but she's only 3 so I'm not sure that's a good idea. I wake up.

Last night's dreams were weird for me in the fact they seemed almost normal. I'm used to crazy stuff happening, and I think those situations are actually somewhat plausible except for a few details like which grandparents we were with and such.