solaetia

This dream isn't as horrific as it sounds. My dog and I were running down a street. I also remember visions of her riding a bike next to me, which I find hilarious and wish could happen. I see her veer a little too far into the road, and suddenly a truck is almost on top of her but it stops in time and I grab her quickly.

Sadly this is all I remember from lat night.

Thoughts:
Twice while running yesterday I saw my dog was indifferent or unaware of traffic, and noted to myself to keep her closer to me as a truck rode by closely, and one truck passed in front of us without letting us cross the street.

My step-father was driving me to some new apartment I was moving into. They were called the ‘Stardust Apartments,’ or ‘Star[something] Apartments.’ I asked where mom was and he said she had left. He said it in a nonchalant way, like maybe she had moved out a while ago, or that she was just living somewhere else temporarily. The sun was setting and it felt like we were in a desert town.

I was with my mother and her grandmother. My mother had used the cord specifically that went to my flat iron. It seems I had some kind of hair iron that had a detachable cord. I asked her where is was and we couldn’t find it. I was irritated with her. I said something sassy and my grandmother told me not to talk to my mother that way.

Thoughts:
Wondering more: Why do I always seem to dream about my mother? Why do I often seem to be moving, or returning to an apartment?