Last Nights Dreams Dream 1 I'm on the phone to my Mom. I'm telling her that my Brother and Sister have lost the plot and I say "see I told you I was the black sheep didn't I" ((I do feel like I am in RL)) my Mom says "why are they being like this with you?" I say "I don't know!" and I'm crying hysterically. Dream 2 Me and my hubby are shopping for stuff. We go into a wallpaper shop and there is a radiator in there the same as the one I have in my home in this dream. This radiator hangs higher on the wall. The radiator is made of silver metal and there are 3 poles the size of my arm going across and there is a slight gap between each pole. Attached to the sides are poles about the length of my leg. The second pole across has a hole in the middle as the design. We have to find wallpaper to cover these poles, and I like the wallpaper that is on the radiator in th shop, one is a blueish grey leopard print design and the other is a pinkish colour ((dream skip)) Me and my hubby are in the car in the car-park and are about to leave. The 2 owners are now on the car-park aswell and they are lifting weights . My hubby is in the drivers seat and is getting really angry because the key won't start the car, the car is just moving very slowly and nearly hits some other cars infront of us but stops before it does. I look at the gap that were in and think "how can we fit in this gap it's too slim, the car is too wide to fit in here!" I say to my hubby "shout them blokes and they'll help us" my hubby shouts them and then I wake-up.
I dreamed I was mad at my brother again. __ I dreamed there were two girls next door sunbathing in their pool. I liked both, but one more than the other. I tried showing off by diving into my pool, which became a bed as I dove in. At one point, I heard Pink Floyd's Meddle playing in the background. I heard the song say, "I am lucid dreaming" or "It is a Lucid Dream." I couldn't believe I never realized those were the words. __ I dreamed I was in a civilized, built on space, but saw a rabbit in a field. I went to look at it and then saw a large bird near it. I went closer and saw three mountain lions in the near distance. Like a dumb ass, I growled, imitating a mountain lion. Now that I had the attention of one of them, I started trying to get back to the built up area nearby, but it was pretty far vs. how quickly a mountain lion could close that distance. The mountain lion struck a weird pose and then just stood there as I backed away.
My Dumb-ass Brother Being a Dumbass I was with my dumb-ass brother, and my dream-sign, which did not kick me lucid, my father. My brother had pissed me off. My father told me that if there was any hitting or striking, that person would be out. I pointed at my brother, and eventually poked him in the face with my finger, pushing him. I pushed him in the chest with my finger. I was so pissed, because he is such a prick. My brother stood there so calmly and said, "You see what's happening?" or something like that, to my dad. I explained to my dad by drawing a circle on the bed, "These are the THINGS that he does to piss me of..." I made a dot on the bed with my finger "...and this is my anger at those THINGS--but that's not even what I'm mad about. I'm mad about his attitude about me being mad!" I haven't spoken to my brother in a year. Every time I am with him he pisses me off, and a year after not speaking to him, he pisses me off in my dreams. What a prick Luckily, during the day I don't give him a seconds thought. What is interesting is that I just now realized that last night, I slept in a shirt his wife gave me. I think I'll burn the shirt. It was only given to me because my shirt had gotten wet one day.
4-29-12 Took a nap at 2:45, woke at 5 o'clock I don't know the original setting of the dream, but I know that early on in the dream I performed a nose-pinch RC and it worked. I was somewhat surprised and shifted my hand to a spot that I was more sure would block any possible nasal air passage. It still worked. Over and over, probably upwards of a dozen times in a row, I did a nose pinch and every time it came up as breathing through anyways. And so I concluded that my nose was broken and that I'd have to ask about it later. HUFP()@(RYHOPIQWHDUNP@J(CO$EU$@P#R!#(%$(*#)%$@#()* JECHQUWPVEHIJ@ECVDUJQWHC)(FQ#YT*(PROE()&$*$*&#(@$& !@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, now that we've gotten THAT out of the way... Memory gap. (grrr) I remember after some point in the dream that I was back home in Iowa and that I had been hired for some company to do some work at a sort of facility that looked like a retrofitted barn. Retrofitted to seemingly have a six-foot-wide, five-foot-long rail gun (which is basically a completely unworkable design. I helped set up the rail-gun-type-thing in the top of the barn. After a couple hours of testing and what not, we fired it and the shot went about ten feet out of the barn before dropping to the ground. Did I mention this is in the middle of my hometown? Actually, a larger version of my hometown? Anyways, the round itself was hollow and square with clipped edges and no bottom edge. This was so that a person could look through it and stand with it (the round) around him as it fired. And that lucky person was me. Luckily the firing didn't make much noise. The third time it fired, I wondered how I would get my hand out of the way of the shot. You see, my job was to reach out in front of the round before it was fired and push a safety tab back into the wall. This somewhat troubled me, as I was to do so only within about a second of the round firing. When the rail gun fired that third time, it didn't seem to push very hard on the (square) round, and it barely cleared the 5' "barrel", if you will, before it tipped down and went crashing to the floor of the barn. So much for a rail gun. I took my leave at that point, because it was my break then, and biked around the city some. Again I'll say it was my hometown, Cedar Rapids, but it was larger than normal. (In retrospect it reminds me more of Manhattan in size and building type.) There's a gap in my recall here, but I know at some point that I stopped to talk to my dad as he was walking somewhere. He mentioned that I didn't need to remotely blow up the rail-gun barn at 3:30 (I had a wireless trigger in my hand), and I panicked because it was 5:23. {note: though my watch was different than normal, it was accurate to the amount of time that had passed.} I reasoned with myself that it must have been intentionally diffused before that point, as I hadn't heard it blow up while biking around. Soon after I and my dad parted ways and resumed biking (me) and walking (him) to wherever it was we were individually going. After a while I biked across the river on the 1st street bridge and back over on the 2nd street bridge. I parked my bike there and clambered up the wall-like steep side of the embankment for the road that crossed the bridge where it meets the land. On top, the road was suddenly the flat, tar roof of a building. It was also midday instead of evening (as it had been earlier), and the roof was hot and... bouncy? (Weird.) I walked around on the massive, flat, multi-building roof that I had found until I ran into my dad again. (not literally) We talked some more and he began bouncing on the roof, which was now as resilient as a trampoline. We ended up agreeing on some task to finish before the day was out, and I returned to the area of the roof where my bike was and explored some. After another gap in my memory, I know I was back at my house. Sort of. The exterior was pretty messed up, and I remember that I was chasing around some young'uns through the house and around it even. I know at one point out behind the house that I needed to go from one end of the house to the other. However, behind the house there was a lot of equipment like you'd see behind a large store or hotel, but smaller. On my right, halfway down, there were two shiny steel boilers or cookers like you'd see in a pricey restaurant. They were running full steam, and when I walked near them I saw that the only path to get to the other side of the building ran right next to them. One problem I noticed was that there was a small metal arm of sorts attached to the nearer boiler and it reached out half of the width of the walkway. It had a 6" disk-like thing on the end, and there was no reason that I thought I couldn't just duck under it or slide by. Don't ask me why I thought it was stopping me, I just did. I pushed the arm a bit to see what it did, and when I did the lid on the closer boiler raised a little and some of the contents leaked out. It looked like some sort of soup or sauce. Well, I figured that my best bet was to just getthroughasquicklyaspossiblenandhopethatIdidn'tsp illanything. So I did. I did spill some on me, though less than I expected and only on my arm. As I continued to run, rounding the corner of the house, I (the curious George of a boy) licked some off to tell what it was. It tasted a lot like tomato soup, but stronger, and it had some other flavors and textures that makes me think it was probably a sauce of some sort. So I clearly do have taste in my dreams, I can finally say with confidence. Well, when I got back inside my (first) brother was in the kitchen on the phone. I sat down, exhausted,and noticed that his hair (which he like to keep shorter than about two inches) was now thin and long, falling past his ears. When he got off the phone I commented that it made him look like Don Moen. (This was actually a completely incorrect comparison. Don Moen wasn't even close to right; he looked more like Don Francisco.) He laughed at that and reached to a point on my hair (also long) and said that "it'd have to be ten inches longer that that" to be Don's hair. Again, that should have been Don Fransisco, not Don Moen, but it wasn't. {Don Francisco: http://greatgreatjoy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/forgiven.jpg} I woke, and I tried to make a WILD. I even successfully cleared my mind of most thoughts other than that I would wake up on the bench in the kitchen where I and my brother were and he'd tell me I was dreaming. When I did fall asleep again, however, I didn't dream before my roommate had kicked me in the rear to wake me up. It was dinner time, so it was okay, but I do wish I could have continued the dream.
Updated 04-30-2012 at 12:23 AM by 47518
Okay, so I woke up, sat up, crossed my legs, and fell asleep again. Somewhere in that sleep (I probably slipped right back into my REM sleep-stage), I dreamed that I was back at my Church's old building. I was sitting on the floor of the foyer next to a water fountain and was talking to [one of] my brother[s] about something he'd recorded. He was handing me SD cards from a holder of sorts as he was talking because he wasn't sure which one was the one we were looking for. I, on the other hands, was checking the contents of the cards on a sort of netbook. Sort of. It wasn't easy to do so because my ten-year-old niece was sitting in my lap at the time so that I had to reach around her to get to the netbook. Oh, well. Life's tough. Anyways, after about four of these cards, my brother handed me a ZIP disc which he remembered that the video was on. (was it a video?) Because my hands were busy working with the netbook-ish thing, I actually bit it at the corner and held it in my mouth instead. I tapped my niece on the head with it for squirming to much and was about to ask my brother if he had a ZIP drive to read the disc with when I woke up. Only about ten minutes had passed in waking life, but the deam was more like twenty. But I woke up. And my legs were asleep. >_<
Updated 04-29-2012 at 07:48 AM by 47518
Overall, the dream was pretty clear and, well, random as hell. It was about two siblings: a teenage boy and his little sister who was probably around six years old. I was not actually in the dream myself, but I kept switching perspectives (or bodies?) between the two characters. The siblings were on a boating dock and were standing on an oddly rounded deck. It made a sort of "pool," but it was not closed off to the rest of the ocean. My aunt told the siblings about a red sea creature that used to appear there every now and then. The siblings decide to go on with their plans to swim in the "pool," assuming the story was just an urban legend. After a while of playing with her brother, the little girl dives down to see what was at the bottom. Somehow, she gets stuck down there and starts to drown. Her brother becomes concerned and dives after her, only to see her being carried to the surface by the red sea creature, which was only seen as a big red and pink blur. The girl could see a woman's arms were holding onto her. Both kids were getting out of the water, but the sea creature had disappeared as quickly as it/she appeared. The boy was helping his sister to get out, but was surprised to find that his sister had a fish tail and had been turned into a mermaid! The girl, being the little kid she was, thought this was awesome. After getting over the shock, her brother laughed and stayed with her to let her swim more. Soon though, a man caught sight of the mermaid child and immediately wanted to capture her (and implied he would hurt "it"). He told others and formed a group of people who were after the girl. When they made their intentions clear to the brother, he grabbed his sister and started running from them. When they found a hiding place for a few moments to catch their breath, they overheard two of the lead men saying that if she stayed in the water long enough, she'd keep her powers, grow gills, and be able to breathe both air and under water forever; but if she stayed out of water in her human form too long, she'd become a human for good. Obviously, they wanted a mermaid so they had to hurry before she was out of the water too long. They caught sight of the brother who was making his way toward a truck. For whatever reason, his sister (who was in a temporary human form from being out of water) was riding on top of the truck while the brother speedily drove away. The girl could see the men in another truck coming after them. The two then reached some sort of big hotel, which they tried to hide in. Somehow, the group chasing them had gotten everyone in on it, letting everyone think that she was this horrible thing that was on the loose and was dangerous/ evil/ a disgrace. Running again, the two went down different halls to try to escape (which had weird triangular mirrors every once & a while randomly on the walls). They came to a dead end, where the whole group of men were waiting to ambush them. One of them purposefully got the girl wet with a bucket of water, which made her tail grow back. They had backed her into a corner and she looked terrified, but her brother somehow got past the group, grabbed her up before they did, and sprinted out of there. He eventually made it back to the same "pool" type thing they started at and the group chasing them was nowhere to be found. They tried to find the mysterious red sea creature again, but only thought they might have caught a glimpse.
My Brother Gives the News on NPR Alarm Infiltrated Dream My brother was walking around the room spewing the news. I couldn't believe he could remember so much of what he'd heard. He was not only being his typical annoying self, but he was delivering the news just like the read it on the radio, fully intonated. He was bugging the SHIT out of me. He kept going and going. I was amazed out how much he remembered AND how much he spoke like a radio personality.
So, there was a few dreams, but I remember this one the most. My brother and I had already been jogging throughout my dream for some reason. We'd jog here, jog there, awkward right? So we had a weekend to kill and somehow got it in our heads to jog to Yosemite (a three hour car drive) and back home. I -being the smart one- grabbed a backpack full of some supplies in case anything happened. We start jogging. We don't make it all the way because I think it took us a while to realize that it wouldn't be three hours jogging cuz we're not jogging at 60+ mph XD We somehow managed to get to this store we always pass along the way but I've never been inside. It's this old, Native American type deal; privately owned, looks like a house converted into a store. We go inside and you know, I expect to see a bunch of Native American things, right? No. Wood and rope to make sleds, and magnets. Oh, and there was a room full of ice sculptures in the back. Not exactly what I expected. I then woke up due to sunlight shining through my window.. gotta fix that.
My Brother on Skype My brother was putting me down over Skype. My friend Micah from DV and our Lucid game project wrote a program that allowed me to capture and organize my brother's insults into categories. The comments were automatically filed by direct insult, insult as he spoke to someone else about me, and there were two other ways of organizing his insults. I had a report of two or three pages showing each comment organized under its appropriate heading. At one point I had come up with something to say back to him. I typed it in Skype. I wish I could remember what it was I said. In any case, I decided not to send the message because it would play into his plan. I am currently not talking to him, haven't for about a year, and have no intention to talk to him ever again. So, I erased the message and decided the report of his comments was enough to damn him. I had another dream where I was fighting my brother, but I can't remember it, so I'm just making the note here. New/Current Job and Going to War I was looking for work in the country. I've been working and thinking about my garden iwl, so I dreamed about a farm. I thought I would like it. Then I saw the workers as they bent down to spread straw or tirelessly pick vegetables. I realized it was not as romantic as I thought it would be. Then I was on my job driving a school bus, but in this country environment, I didn't know if I needed to turn to the left or right on this country road. I was eventually talking to someone in a special car. It had a boxy design, but was a luxury car, and was actually pretty nice looking. It was midnight blue. It was wide like a Bentley, and the sides were high. From the windows to the roof, it was like a second boxy level on top of the first. It was not as high and looked like a chop-top design. First it was a Jaguar, but I think it eventually was a Rolls or a Bentley because it just didn't have the styling of a Jag at all. The guy inside was telling me about the car. He said it was designed to carry different types of people. There was one seat that was kind of separated from the others as it had a shower in it. You would sit in the seat and, you could clean off. That seat also was for the nerdy type as there was information on the inside of the car that would allow you to compare pricing on that car versus other cars. It was a nerdy thing because of numbers-crunching. The other seats were more for diplomats or something. It was absolute prestige for the owner of the car, and luxury for the riders. I then ended up talking to a guy in the same location, in an almost empty parking lot. Everyone was leaving. I was explaining that I didn't know which way to go. He said I just had to find the school my way, so I decided I would just go to the right and find it. Then we started talking about how I was going to be going to war, and he was my commanding officer. I felt like I would never advance because I have such a poor memory and poor sense of direction. I started trying to improve his perception of my by touting my previous accomplishments in web design. I then started telling him that while I used to be afraid of war, I have changed my attitude. I figured, I may very well die in the war, so I might as well fight with courage and die valiantly. I started really feeling ready to fight for our cause. More Boxes There was a building that was being foreclosed on. There was some kind of a structure under which the owner had built these box structures with plexiglass walls and wood frames. They built a tower underneath whatever the other structure was--some kind of an open fountain or sculpture. I wanted some of the boxes, but I was afraid because they belonged to the owner. A guy who was with me said it didn't matter, and threw a couple of them to the side. This is reminiscent of the dream I had yesterday where there was a tower type structure of multiple cages for small rodents stacked atop eachother.
Fire & Ice There were a couple purposeful fires in my backyard. I do burn at home. Instead of logs, there was a structure of wood beams approximately 12" x 12" x 12' long. There were two beams standing up and one resting on top. The flame was intense and rolling. I told someone to watch the other fire while I watched the big one. The fire was too big, but there was nothing else to catch fire, so it was OK, but I needed to be able to douse it with water if it got out of control. I looked away. When I looked back, there was ice in the middle of the top beam. ~ Fighting my Brother My brother and I do not speak iwl. I threw a pine cone at my brother. He threw it back at me, but I caught it, or it hit my jacket and fell into my hands. I threw it back at my brother worried that this time I would miss. I threw it and hit him again. ~ I was fighting my brother again. I was ready to beat his ass. I knew by a false memory that he had already won the last fight we had, but I was ready to go again. I was wearing a leather jacket. It was zipped up. I took it off as I would take off a t-shirt, and I was ready to go. I threw a few punches and the dream was over.
Couple of crap days again. Let's delve into a nightmare classic. One of the last dreams of 2009 I'm gonna write here. Vicious Attack Date: December 6th, 2009 Lucid: No I was in the edge of our fields, and there was also my brother and his girlfriend. Some airplane flew over as and it's engine sounded weird. Dad came at the edge of the field, next to the forest wall towards us. Nearby, there was a relatively big barn. Under the barn's roof there was a space, from which you could see inside the barn. In that space there were couple of guys. You could hear from the heights, how the plane turned steeply. Someone shouted "Woo!" from the plane. My dad kept walking closer, but the guys in the barn were shouting at him for come to there. Dad noticed that they were calling him, but he didn't react to it, rather walking to us. The plane landed on our field. It was odd that it could land there so effortlessly so near us. The plane was white, and through it went blue stripes. It was very wide and the rudder was weird. Out from the plane came an old, disgusting looking old bald guy and three of (presumably) his sons. Oldest of them were around 20, the two others a bit younger. All of them were at least slightly fat. My brother was doing his boxing defense poses in front of our dad, which made me expect something of an aggressive encounter. The old guy started talking about some piece of metal, with what my brother had apparently hit one of his boys. It seemed though that he was just using that as an excuse revenge some grudges he had for our dad. He had a knife in his hand, and it wasn't like a small carving knife, but a big, mean-looking meat-cutting knife. The boys were armed as well, with many kinds of blunt weapons. "Why do you even exist?" The old guy attacked at us verbally. He started spouting some shit about agricultural law, that didn't even make any sense. Basically he insisted, that we were worthless human beings. Apprently dad had not done some thing he should have done, according to the law. What the fuck? "If someone has broken the law, then you call the police", I intervened, and my argument was perfectly sensible. "You can't take the law on your own hands. It would result in an anarchy." But it obviously did no help. This dream had already decided to escalate all the way. Somehow I got hold of the guys knife, and I fuckin thrusted it to the old guys side! I aimed for non-lethal spots (there's no self-defence in Finnish law - you kill a guy and you go to jail). I guess I should have gone for the kill, as the guy only got more enraged. I guess I'd get too if I had a knife in my side. "I'm gonna kill you!" He raged. But instead of attacking me, he moved towards my dad. Somehow he got another knife and slashed at my dad with it. He only hit his arm, but that got over my threshold of horror, so I woke up.
thu February 16th 2012 0:50-8:00 Went out with some friends, drank couple of beers. I'm driving my brother to school on my bike. There's a pile of snow in the middle of the school yard. Just one kid is at school, my brother knows him and I leave my brother with him. This being my old school I walk around wondering why nobody is here. I see a girl that used to be in my class at high school. I know she has a boyfriend, but I'm picking up mixed signals. She tells me she wants to learn to drive a car, but hasn't mastered the bike yet. While she's cruising around I see she has trouble with braking. I'm about to test the brakes when the scene changes. I'm suddenly in a room with snow on the floor. So I ride in circles, attempting to drift.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 It was night. My mom, one of my nephews, and I stood outside under some kind of shelter, like the shelter over a gas pump island at a gas station. But this shelter was lower, and it seemed a lot brighter underneath, like it was lit with incandescent lights. There was a lot of stuff under the shelter, like stuff out of a house. The shelter also seemed to be connected either to a house or to a grocery store. My mom and I had probably come from whatever place the shelter was connected to. I was probably getting ready to leave the shelter altogether, maybe because I felt I needed to. But now a car like my little brother's car came driving toward me from the building, as if it had been inside the building. The car stopped. It may actually have been driverless. The doors opened. Something like a gust of cold wind may have come out of the car. I suddenly got the feeling that my actions were hurting somebody's feelings. It may have been my brother. But it may have been a woman, possibly a relative of mine. I started shivering. Then I started getting a really weird feeling, like I was melting inside. My emotions and my sensations all began quivering and getting really weird. I was shuddering and rubbing my arms. Then I collapsed. People, probably including my mom, may have helped me up. They may have walked me into the building, which was now a grocery store, although it was supposed to be a hospital. I was laid down on a hospital bed that was partly walled-off from the grocery store by a hospital room privacy curtain. The space I was in was cluttered. I had been told that I had gone through the weird physical moment because I had been dehydrated. I knew that my being dehydrated had something to do with the car. I don't think I felt terribly tired or bad. I may even have been standing up and walking around. But I had been told I had to stay at the place because the doctors were still observing me, making sure I wasn't suffering anymore of the effects of being dehydrated. At some point a doctor may have come in to see me. The doctor may have been a woman. Or, possibly, after a male doctor had seen me, a female nurse may have come in to see me. Whoever the woman was, at some point she was so close to me that it was like she was embracing me. She began telling me something about how some other woman, another doctor or another nurse, was either jealous of the woman or jealous of me.
mon February 13th 2012 0:00-5:00 ; 5:00-9:00 All in all, a rather special night to look back to. 1. I've been playing on the computer the whole night up until 7 am. My mom walks into my room and tells my dad I haven't gone to bed all night. I mention something about needing rubber bullets from my mathbook to play the game. My dad gets really upset, comes into my room and starts hitting me with the mathbook while I'm in bed. At the last hit I scream (irl) "AAIEE" and wake up. This was a vague one 2. Me, my dad, mom and brother exit the subway. We cross the street, my brother is looking straight at his phone not noticing the car driving by him. There was no real threat to get hit, but we all freak out at him anyways. We blame the phone and take it away from him. 3. I'm making out with some girl on her bed when her pillow suddenly catches fire. It's glowing like charcoal with an occasional flare of fire. We try to smuther it and continue to make out. The fire pops up again and we rince-repeat. Then we try to dig down to the root of the problem. Seems like there is a half-opened computer case short circuiting under her bed. It's burning. We smuther that fire too. I mention "it would be easier just to cut the wiring to prevent the short circuit", she says "that might have been dangerous".
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in my family's living room. Someone, probably my brother, had just finished watching something on TV. I was led to believe that I could now watch whatever show I wanted. But I knew this wasn't really true. My brother and probably my mom just wanted me to think I could watch a show that I liked so I'd stay in the living room. But as soon as they knew I'd stay, they's switch my show on me. I had chosen some old Saturday Night Live episode. But as soon as I saw that my brother and mom were playing a trick on me, I got up and left the living room. I went down into the basement, into a room that was apparently mine. I could hear the Saturday Night Live episode from upstairs. I knew my brother and mom were now playing the episode really loud, and that they were going to play the whole episode, just to taunt me for not having stayed upstairs. The room in the basement was pretty empty. It was lit by greyish-white natural light coming in from a window high up on a wall in front of me. My sight was mostly focused on something right in front of me, either a book or a paycheck. I was now in some busy place in a really busy part of town. I don't know whether I was inside or outside. The place seemed like a fancy kind of bar. But it also seemed to be outside, out on a street like a small town's main street, only as packed with people as a street like Times Square. My vision was still very focused on one small thing, probably an envelope. I was surprised to have found this envelope. It contained my paycheck. I hadn't expected to receive my paycheck so soon. I pulled the paycheck out of the envelope. There were a few problems with the writing on the check. The amount for the check was something like $814 or $810 (I wish!). But the way it was written in the side box was all messed up, so that instead of a number, there was something more like a nonsensical word. I looked over to the line where the amount of the check was written out. This line seemed to be done correctly. But there was one more place on the check where the amount was written out incorrectly. In this spot, the check gave a horribly small number, like $30 or $40. I knew I was supposed to be getting the amount that had been written out. But I doubted any bank would take such a messed up check. I also worried that if a bank took the check at all, they'd only give me the lower amount. I was sure no bank would give me the benefit of the doubt, since people in places like banks always seem to hate me. But this was either my first or my last paycheck. It was very important that I have this money. So I needed to get things fixed. I determined to fix things. I thought of going "back" to my job, which may have been some kind of parks job. But I was now walking away from the main street kind of area with my mother, sister, and niece. I really needed to go talk about my check. But I couldn't let my mom and sister know what I was doing. And my mom and sister wanted to get back home. My mom and sister were using my niece as an excuse to go home. But my niece didn't want to go home. So, as an excuse to go take care of my check, I told my mom and sister that I'd take my niece back to the main street area of town. But I got the feeling that my mom and sister now had the idea that I only wanted to take my niece with me so I could do something bad to her. So I didn't push the idea. We had been walking through a kind of residential area. But now we had turned a corner and were back in a small town main street kind of area. I decided I should be honest. I told my mom and sister that I needed to go see about fixing my check. I also said I needed to get a haircut. But we were now headed down some red-carpeted steps, down into some fancy restaurant. We were being led by a tall, very pale, blonde man with a little bit of a goatee and stubbled cheeks. My mom and sister and I had been to this restaurant before for lunch. Either my mom or the young man thought it would be impressive to take us all back to this place for dinner. But I knew this wouldn't work. During lunch this place was cheap and relatively empty. But at night (it still looked like midday outside) this place became packed with people because of some crazy comedy show. The price of the food also skyrocketed. But I didn't say anything. We went down through some glass doors and into a nice lobby area. There was another set of glass doors showing a packed dining area -- people almost shoved against the glass doors, and everybody beautiful and in nice attire. The name of the place was written on the door in gold capital letters. But it was written on the inside of the door, so that from our side of the door, it looked backwards. The name of the place was "EVERYTHING WARHOL." I knew this place served really good Indian food. A bald man in a tuxedo came out and made a reservation for us for dinner. It was written on a page from a restaurant order's notebook, like you see in diners and so forth. There were a lot of scribbled numbers all over the page. The man gave the reservation to either my mom or the young man. Nobody even looked at the reservation, just assuming we were going in soon. But I knew we'd have a long wait. Finally I snuck a look at the paper. Amid all the scribbles, I saw our reservation for something like 8:37 PM. It was now around 5:30 PM. We were all heading back out, with the others in my group thinking we'd be back very soon. But the young man, the last person to go through the first set of doors before I would, stopped in the doorway, the door half-closed on him, and turned to the waiter to ask how long we'd have to wait for a table. Apparently this restaurant, or at least the staff, was Belgian, or maybe Swedish. The young man asked the waiter, either in English or French, how long our wait would be. The waiter replied in French (I thought of it as Belgian-French) that the wait would be a little long. He spoke in French because he was sure that the young man wouldn't understand it. But the young man was either Belgian or had been in Belgium for some time. In fact, he was only striking up a conversation with the waiter because he wanted to impress my mom and sister by showing off his knowledge of French. The young man had a short conversation with the waiter. The waiter kept saying "peut-etre," or "maybe," which I kept seeing in my head as "petait." I knew the word meant "maybe," but I kept mixing it up with "petite," and thinking the waiter was saying "little," like, "It will be a little wait." Eventually the young man got the understanding that we'd be waiting three hours for a table. He rubbed the goateed corners of his mouth and walked out the door. I must have followed. I was now walking out with my mom and my sister in what was supposed to be my great grandma's old neighborhood. We passed my great grandma's house, which had been sold after my great grandma had died. The place was now being remodeled and expanded by the new owners. I could even see sillhouettes of the new owners working inside. We passed the next house, in which one of my cousins lives with his wife and kids. For some reason, I looked on that house with scorn. I didn't want to have anything to do with those family members. We kept walking on. My view was more like the sideways tracking of a movie camera. My mom was saying how she'd always liked this neighborhood because it was much safer compared to some other neighborhoods. I agreed. But something about the sight of my cousin's house made me angry and greedy. All I could think about was buying out every single house on this block, and maybe a few other blocks. I wanted this area to be completely empty. I could even envision it being empty. This way, I thought, my immediate family could live in happiness, being safe from violence and free from irksome family members.
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