Ruesia's Dream Journal

I had this dream over a week ago, but I haven't had the time to write it down

My sister and I are waiting for the babysitter. I think to myself this is odd, because we are both adults and I even have my own home. I think to myself I am upset that our mother would make us go to a babysitter, when we capable of watching ourselves. We in a downtown area, near what appears to be the ocean. Our babysitter pulls up in a white BMW. We get in, the leather seats are tan. She is on the phone, in a suit, and is chatting away. My sister and I exchange glances of irritability. The woman pulls up in front of what looks like a quiet restaurant. She waves for us to follow her. It is dusk out, the trees outside the building are willows, there are lights outside lining the roof, like christmas lights, but they are white and are there all the time. It is chilly out, but not cold. My sister and I walk in and there are many business people in suits carrying briefcases seating themselves at high tables on tall, barstool like chairs. There is music coming from the back of the restaurant, or what we now realize is a cafe. My sister and I seat ourselves at a barstool table looking out over the road, where the car is parked, and wonder when our mother will be by to pick us up. We are aware we have at least a few hours to wait. A colleague of mine, Broc, walks up from nowhere and tells us he too is waiting to be picked up. We acknowledge the people around us, and a waitress meanders around taking drink orders. As I am talking to Broc, I don't notice my sister slip away. Finally, he asks me where she went and I know she went in the back room. I make my way back there, aware that I have my phone and bag with me. Women are wearing fake, white wigs and there is a black light. They are dressed like 'sexy' aliens, I suppose, in high, platform silver boots and short skirts that are black and silver. I tell them my sister went back there. Normally there is a fee to go to the 'club' but I push past them. I see a large arena like area, with stadium seating to the right. I walk out onto the field of dead grass. It is an indoor arena, for there are walls on all sides. People are wearing jerseys of their favorite sports teams and I am looking for my sister. I see an old school-mate, Tyler, and walk over to him. I am trying to climb the steps but they are too high- more like walls. We then spot her in a crowd of people, intoxicated. I am disgusted and decide she can handle herself. Suddenly, the atmosphere changes and everyone starts lining up. Men are on one side, women on the other. We all start moving, and I am smashed in between people. I see people are moving toward an opening in the far wall. I rush to get out of the crowd as a stampede begins. The music is louder there, and the 'party' has moved to this arena.

I run out onto the deck of a ship. We are on a large freighter, or maybe a cruise ship. Tyler is among the people that ran out, and I follow the group. A drill sergeant is shouting for us to run down a flight of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs is a tarp that is spread over open water. We are on the bottom level of the ship and there is a rope that extends the length of the tarp (maybe 50 feet). The sergeant wants us to run across the tarp, it will help our balance. I am concerned, because I don't want my phone to get wet, but I follow the others. As I inch my way out on the tarp, which still moves over the water, but is taut enough that it doesn't descend, I turn to see a wave moving toward us. It rushes into the open space of the bottom deck, crashing into the steel wall of the hull of the ship. I note that my legs are wet and begin to panic that my phone will get wet. I move faster across the area, clinging to the rope. A bigger wave rolls in and I grip the rope as it pushes me, engulfing my entire body. The water recedes and I am trying to get to the other side of the tarp. Other people crossing have fallen and been pulled into the wave that didn't hold onto the rope. Waves continue to roll in and I think to myself "My new phone is ruined!". I am upset, but make it to the other side. When there, I feel in my back pocket and my phone is gone. I climb up red clay mountains, and look down to see two boys, maybe 18-19, that are tanned dark from the sun. One boy has sandy blond hair, a white, ripped tank top, and red shorts. He is diving into the water with a net and gathering cell phones on the bottom of the ocean. I see phones scattered in piles. I call down and ask if they found my iPHone. He says no. I ask him if he can look. He says he can, but I'd have to buy the phone back from him. I am so concerned about being withotu a phone I tell him ok. I tell him I'll pay him whatever he wants. He tells me the price is $1.50, and that he doesn't feel comfortable selling me my OWN phone back. I am irritated, and I see a mouse. I follow the mouse, for some reason, and he leads me up the rocks to the top of a mountain. There is a ceiling, now, for some reason, and its a paneled, office type ceiling. I crouch on the top of the mountain, only 2 or so feet to spare above my head if I am crouching, and look down. There are weird animals, almost like buffaloes, down below. I think this is strange.

Thats as much of the dream as I can remember