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I'm at a house at night with several others, including coworkers. I feel slightly irritated at all the cars that are parked here. One area is covered by electric vehicles of all kinds, Tesla, Rivians, etc...

Riding the Mountains
I'm in a parking lot, leaving a grocery store. It's day.
There is a man in his car parked nearby talking on the phone. He's arguing with someone about the price of apples.
I remember working hard to get the math right in my head, but it comes slowly.
He says that there are six apples with six servings at six dollars each divided by twelve, or something similar.
...
It's night now and I'm approaching my car.
The building has changed from a grocery store to something that reminds me of my Dad's friend's home remodeling business.
I enter my car and start it up.
I see my Dad outside the car he says "The weather here could be storming or worse, and it doesn't even phase you! You've got your windows down all the time!"
I remember thinking something along the lines of "It's really hot where I live, storms aren't exactly an issue" but I don't think I replied.
I start to drive away, but I have problems actually leaving the parking lot.
I can't seem to orient the car to face the proper direction.
I drive down a path leading behind the building to try and find a place to turn around.
I do find one and finally re-orient the car. I have to nick the side of my car on a nearby electrical box to achieve this.
Now I'm progressing along the path I came, but it is different.
It goes up where it didn't before into a mountainous region.
There is rocky tan-colored mud that is causing the car to slip and slide.
It starts to cake onto my car.
My perspective zooms out, and I'm watching my car go through crazy jumps and maneuvers through the mountains.
The car eventually crashes and flips, so I am sent back to the beginning.
It repeats the course but lands on its wheels this time.
My perspective shifts again. Now's I'm standing, and the car is a toy that I can pick up.
I do so and walk the rest of the way up the red rocks on the mountain.
My Dad is at the top laying in a bed. He is surprised that I made it up here.
The room we are in reminds me of the sky room from the bottom of the narrow concrete hole from the Game Grumps dream on 9/2/23.
Recorded at 4:55AM, just after sleep cycle 4.

Dancing in the Store
It's my birthday, and we are in my childhood bedroom. I'm on the far end of the room (If you turn right as you enter and go all the way).
There is an electrical outlet and it has a bunch of game system minis daisy-chained together with USB wires and ports.
I can recall at least a PlayStation 2, but there were more of them.
My brother and my friend D are on the other side of the room.
A third person at the party is setting up some game for us to watch him play.
He has two tablets, the second one folds and is acting as a keyboard for a laptop, while the top tablet is the screen.
There are some pillows and armchair-pillows on the floor and we are all settling in to watch him play whatever this game is.
...
The room now resembles my Grandma P's sitting den. I'm laying on the floor and I'm the last one up.
We are driving to the store to get a cake.
I get up to join the rest of the group in the car.
...
I'm in a big white van, the one we just road-tripped on to go to Denver a few weeks ago in waking life.
I'm opening the side door, and asking the driver to slow down so I can close it easily.
The driver ignores that request, so I jump out and try to slam it shut as best I can as I jump.
I land in the grass in a neighborhood. It's a sunny day.
I walk past a man having a yard-sale. He has a bunch of tables he is trying to sell.
As I walk by he says "Hey there! Whaddya think?!"
I tell him "They look great! But I'm not in the market."
He accepts this answer but seems a little disappointed.
I keep walking and enter another open garage.
I feel a bit guilty at first for invading, but then I realize that the building is kitted-out to be a store anyway.
There are shoes covering the walls with tiny labels with prices on them.
I'm not lucid, but I decide that I want to find a cute girl and dance with her.
I start to clear out an area at the back of the store, moving TVs, chairs, and other furniture.
As I do this, a mousey-looking girl with glasses shows up and starts to watch me.
I realize she is watching, so I make a show about lifting the heavy things easily, and throwing them such that they flip and land right-side up.
When I'm done, I tell here "We're going to dance!" and she agrees.
While I don't know anything about dancing in waking life, apparently dream-me knows at least the basics.
We dance for a while, and then the girl decides to reward me by getting on her knees.
Nice.
...
The store has changed into a work area. There are some tables with PC setups on them, similar to a computer lab.
There's not enough room to comfortably place my legs.
I'm working at my designated spot, but I sneak to a nearby one that I like better.
...
Later on the tables are gone but there is a long-table in the center of the room.
It now resembles more of a conference room than a computer lab.
There is a TV on the wall everyone is watching.
Some major news is happening. Feels like a 9/11 scale event.
Former President George W. Bush is at the table among the group.
A little girl at the table says "Why can't we just call all the Presidents dumb?"
George W. Bush replies "Well, there used to be less of them, and now there are more and they are all stupid!"
Which doesn't make sense, but the spirit of what he's saying is that things were better under him, of course.
Recorded at 6:39AM, just after sleep cycle 5.

The Gym Kitten
I'm at my childhood home laying in my parents' bed.
I have a longhair black kitten. Reminds me of Oreo a bit.
Kitten is very cute. Sleeps a lot.
At one point I went downstairs into the kitchen.
It is accurate to how I remember it in waking memory.
A bit unorganized, dirty.
I'm standing by the shelf left of the fridge (where there were often fruit flies from uneaten fruit).
There is a plastic container of frosted cookies that have been picked over. Half cookies, cookies eaten out of order.
Later, I'm at the gym. It resembles the gym I frequent in the present day.
The kitten is still with me. It is laying on one of the benches on its back.
I have an ACME 5-piece package but I can't recall what was in it. Maybe a container like a lunchbox.
The 4th piece of the set might have been a type of ink-pen, "nothing ink" and it was a golden tube-like object.
I had a toothbrush, and remarked that I didn't need something from the pack due to that.
Recorded at 5AM, just after sleep cycle 4.

Crashing the Banquet
I'm in a banquet hall at a round table.
Reminds me of the reception from KB's wedding, but don't think it was one.
My brother A is there with his wife K. He is wearing a somehow formal version of an Ace Ventura shirt, with the buttons undone.
My friend D is also there, and he tells me I look hot.
There was some discussion about whether I was going to attend the event (while I was already at the event).
I eventually decided to attend. When I come to this conclusion, I'm in a sitting room that reminds me of my ex H's.
Since I am going to attend, I will need to go home and change.
I get up and leave.
Later I am in a palace-like building. It's like my previous rental home, except big and fancy.
My girlfriend S' mom is showering in the bathroom, which is open and around the corner to the bedroom I am in.
I wander over and accidently see her, but don't make out any detail. Embarrassed, I worry about whether she noticed me.
Then I'm driving my car now down a snowy highway road.
I start to lose control of the car and spin out.
The car spins very fast and I try to stay calm.
When the car stops spinning, I am in a neighborhood reminiscent of a childhood one.
I haven't hit anyone or anything.
A man approaches the car and I feel his bad intent.
He starts to flip the car. I notice the car is now a white van.
A couple other men help him.
I get upset and try to yell at them, but I can't. I get frustrated.
I get out of the car and try to confront him, but I can't move or yell.
The man gets into the drivers seat and starts to drive off.
I try to chase and yell but I just create mumbling noises.
There is a box that has some kind of monster in it on the driveway nearby. Maybe a large scorpion.
Recorded at 7AM, 33% through sleep cycle 6.

In the car with my mother, suddenly and unexpectedly we were on a strange but beautiful road through an arid landscape with large, low, bulbous overhead lights, so I said to her this is an unfamiliar location and she said yes; then I realized one or both of us might be dreaming it in the car and she might be asleep at the wheel so I warned her! Remained non-lucid.

“Purple Lordo” Drink, the Usual Floating, Travel

3 minutes to read.

Monday morning, 26 June 2023.

Dream #20,643-02.

My dream begins with inconsistent thoughts (for no particular reason) about seeing ActionKid, a YouTuber, in an unknown restaurant. I do not focus much on this scenario, so this first segment remains without definition or an outcome. Regardless of my recall of this person and the existence of YouTube, I have no recollection of my waking-life existence.

Proto-cognizance guides my imaginary self into the setting - but without physicality. In this stage, I often read or try to read. An unfamiliar man (emerging protoconsciousness “serving” my precursory consciousness) comes to my table to see if I want to order.

While reading the menu, I had been studying the phrase “Purple Lordo,” supposedly a drink. I ask him what it is, inferring I want to order one. He tells me I need to be a club member (associated with the restaurant’s bar), but this part of the narrative immediately fades. Instead of telling me what it is, a vague hologram appears on the table, and he pretends to mix the drink in a tall glass tumbler. Although I hear “hard liquor,” which fills about one-quarter of the bottom, the rest of what he says is gibberish. The last part is potato mash, which sits atop the last one-quarter of the drink.

I order the Purple Lordo drink.

My somatosensory response to dreaming engages at the typical time. He brings my order to me, but it is not a drink. My dream becomes exponentially more vivid as I open a vinyl package. It has a gray Walkman with a cassette inside (supposedly what I had ordered) and a gray case for an iPhone. Their arrangement is lengthways, side by side.

I do not have headphones, so I cannot pretend to listen to what I ordered. Instead, the narrative fades, and I enter a different dream.

There is a Native American man (in tribal regalia) whom I talk to, along with a few other people. He talks about how he cannot recall certain parts of his youth (signifying a direct correlation with my virtual amnesia while dreaming).

The setting is like a resort.

At one point during most sleep cycles, my vestibular response to REM atonia creates content where I float upward. In this instance, I float upward and bump the top of my head against the ceiling. It happens several times. The other people do not find it unusual, though I can intuitively sense my thoughts are creating their reaction as in many past dreams.

It is time for me to leave the resort and go home (though I have no thoughts about where “home” is). I walk to Bob’s car. Marilyn (half-sister on my mother’s side and Bob’s wife) walks with us. My dream self has no recall that they are both deceased.

I get into Bob’s car from its right side to sit in the back seat (intuitive awareness I am sleeping on Zsuzsanna’s right). There are two people to my left, a teenage boy and a young girl. Only at this point, I recall I have two children (solely my two youngest in real-world correlation when there are five in total). I am puzzled by why they are not in the car instead. Marilyn mentions that someone else is taking them home.

My dream transitions into the next stage of my proprioception response to REM atonia, making my dream more vivid again. As a result, Bob is driving in reverse before I shut the car’s door. I am unwary, but I make several attempts to close the door, but it does not shut tightly, so I open it again each time (typical arm mobility response as in all sleep cycles).

I feel extraordinarily joyful (as usual with imaginary kinesthesia). Details beyond the moving side of the car on my right are wholly absent as my physicality becomes more discernible over time. (This factor is because I sleep on my left side, so attentiveness to reality - absent in the dream state in this stage - is “to my right.” In other words, the right side of the dream state illusion is undefined.)

Cars (as with all vehicles) correspond with my intuitive recognition of real-world mobility while intuitively seeking consciousness. They occur throughout all sleep cycles. Vehicles (or animals) often appear when my vestibular response to REM atonia is predominant. Somatosensory nuances typically emerge above that threshold, with auditory being the last, depending on how I respond to sleep dynamics.

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Lost with Uncle
The sky is stormy and red. Lightning flashes across the sky. Similar to Stranger Things.
I'm with my Uncle J. He's driving. We're trying to escape something.
We're at what seems to be a mixture of the road behind my backyard from my childhood home and the biking trail from last spring I frequented.
We encountered an obstacle. There are a few posts around a railroad track, but I can clearly see where he needs to drive.
Uncle J goes the wrong way and gets the car stuck. He handles it, and gets the car out.
But then he goes the same wrong way again.
I try to get him to correct the path, but he seems unwilling to deviate from this loop.
I get frustrated with him.

Fragment finishing the week at work and a couple of longer fragments for the first day off. Still one to come, I’m gonna use this scenario to try sort of extended DEILD

16.06.23

Stress of work once more sneaking around. This time only fragment of the night was a situation that happened some days ago at work with one of my coworkers. In the dream it happened the other way around as it really did

…/I see E. searching for one item, doing his best to find it between the other items that cover it/…

17.06.23

…/I see two kids on the upper platform of a toboggan of grass. One of them stands on the taller kid’s shoulders who jumps high in the air to do a somersault 360 forwards. To land standing. The smaller kid lands on his back touching the feet of the other who stands. The feeling of the moment is not good. It sounds terrible bad when they both land at the same time. One standing the other laying. The smaller changed his position from the older kid’s shoulders to the feet during the somersault. It went wrong and now the kid doesn’t react laying unconscious on the floor. There’s a lot of stress around, it breaks a lot of events that were happening at the time. One of those events is related to a dream interpreter who went somewhere and will come back today at any time. I’m worrying about him, because when he’s going to come back, the place will be empty because of the accident/…

…/To the right side of the toboggan there is a small hangar. I’m waiting for a tire to be changed there. I see the old tire resting on one side of the car. It seems that S. stands somewhere around/…

…/In the same dream, I see my brothers approaching, Rn got long hair and it seems that P. is coming together with him. Rl comes from a lower platform, it’s a recurrent scenario, like a park fused with a backyard/…

I had some impressions from past dreams, related to the place. I’ll use that to focus when WBTB later

Learning Indian
I'm with an Indian family at a restaurant.
It looks like Snakes and Lattes and we are in the corner we sat in for I's bachelor party some months back.
But the table is oriented slightly differently.
The dad is teaching my girlfriend and I how to speak Indian. He shows me a few words that sound like throat noises.
He tells us that the meaning depends a lot on the pitch and speed of the sound.
I tell him there is a word in my language like that, referring to fuck. The family knows what I mean, and busts out laughing.

Grandma at the County Fair
I'm at a country fair. My grandma is excited to be involved and she is running and jumping and dancing more than someone her age should be.
Sometime later we are watching a video of her at the event at her home later in a closet or tight hallway.

Fragment
There is some kind of infiltration operation happening. Me and another person are approaching an abandoned looking home. Feels very dangerous.

Sexy Rides
It’s sunny out and I’m with my family. I’m married and I have kids. Im standing in front of a large black truck.
It has been painted in non glossy coating and looks dope.
Himawari from Boruto Next Generations is my daughter. She’s asking if me and mom are going to stay together.
SG from WL shows up and I know she isnt my wife. She’s wearing a sexy black dress. She likes the car.
I reflect on marriage and commitments.

I’m with Melissa, in our house. I think we are about to go on a trip. I know it has been raining lately, and I’ve noticed a tiny crack in the ceiling that wasn’t always there. Now when I look again it is even longer and deeper. I show Melissa, and by the time she comes over it is bigger yet and the outlined portion looks unsteady. We watch as it slowly cracks more and the now giant chunk falls out of our ceiling and onto the couch. (The layout of the house feels similar but maybe arranged in the opposite direction - like the couch, and with even higher ceilings. It seems dim). Dumbstruck, I go over to it and look unbelievingly into the exposed attic. I touch the portion on the couch, as if I’m just going to put it back. It has a texture exactly like wet paint. I don’t know why it would be wet. I don’t know what to do or how much this is going to cost.


I’m in what feels like a different state, at what looks like a BBQ food truck. I’m with some others who order first. I’ve barely had time to look when I’m up. I tell the man I’ll just have a combo plate and ask what his favorites are. He enthusiastically tells me, and I agree to them. Now, I’m reparking my car here. I go down a very small hill, which the spots surround. I back my car up, aiming between two parked cars. I do a really bad job and back into one of them because I haven’t straightened out enough. I don’t think there’s any damage, so I just fix it. I also end up making art for this guy (over a period of time) in exchange for food

Something was wrong with the car. Note that the car in real life is well over 100,000 miles and making a noise and just getting a new one has been the topic of much discussion, and I really want to get a new one.

But anyway. Something was wrong with the car, but for some reason the only mechanics we could find were really underqualified and I didn’t think they were trained. It was a pair, one man and one woman. Or rather, they almost looked more like teenagers. And probably twins.They really didn’t seem to have the slightest idea what was wrong, or even understand what they were looking at once the hood was up.

Under the hood was something like a mechanical arm that was supposed to move between two points that had something to do with starting the car. Like it controlled the spark plugs or something, I don’t know cars myself but I know there are no mechanical arms involved.

Well we decided to just take it somewhere else when the pair wasn’t helpful, but then found that the car wouldn’t start at all, which was a step backwards from just making a noise. I asked the girl if the arm was broken and she looked at me very confused as if my question didn’t make sense, and asked what did I mean? Her tone was condescending, as if I had no business asking or else the question was dumb. I asked again about the arm. She shrugged and answered, Oh, I cut that off. The last thing I remember before waking up was thinking that a decent mechanic could have fixed the arm and now the car was even worse off with it cut off.

Pre-WBTB

Dream Fragment
I'm back at J's playing board games. We're playing a tabletop RPG and my character's background is similar to Harry Potter's.

Car Coyotes
I'm driving down Joy road back at my hometown. There is a huge traffic jam, cars lined up, with police lights blaring in the distance. Not sure why. Maybe a crash? There's a barricade up further and, through the way the lines of cars have aligned, I can't help but driving directly to the barricade. I'm wondering what this is about when two coyotes start jumping and snarling up toward my window. I have my windows down about halfway because of my A/C problems, so the coyotes are just barely out of biting range. The police up ahead pay me no attention. I notice I have passengers. One small coyote manages to squeeze through the window crack and enter the car. My body has frozen up, so I can't react to the coyote or try to close the window so more don't get in. More get in. I start to worry about rabies. The other passengers are trying to get the coyotes out, but they are small and hard to track.

Post-WBTB

Dogfight in the City
I'm in a space dogfight in the city. My brother and I are on the same team. We are flying Arwings from the Starfox series. Sky is purple and dark. Might have been some green lightning. Epic type of scene. I need to fly into the repair bay to get fixed up after finishing the battle. Maybe it was the Great Fox. When I get in, I get radioed that the enemy has another sneak attack and they need me. They tell me I need to get into a different Arwing. I find one and start to takeoff. My view changes to 3rd person and now I'm flying the Millennium Falcon. Next thing I know the combat is completed and I'm chilling with my team in the foyer area of the main ship. I'm searching the fridge for some food. There is a couch opposite the fridge, and some friends are noting that they may have messed up where things are in there. While scrolling through the futuristic interface to get food, I see some raunchy art photos. I don't say anything and just scroll past them. I eventually move some shelves around and find some cheese stick and pretzel snacks.



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I'm at a house reminiscent of my girlfriend S' parents' house and my friend V's house. I'm hanging out with my friend J. There is a surprise visit from my friend D and my brother. A They are out on the patio. D is wearing a disguise, but I recognize him easily. It wasn't a particularly good disguise and it wasn't intended to be. More like a joke. D has a Galaxy Fold and is showing it off. He has a thin black cloth case on it. He has some gacha-games on it.

I'm driving and something like a check-engine light came on. Genuinely unclear on whether this was reality or not because this type of thing happens all the time. My car was fine this morning so I think this was a dream...

I had another dream where I was riding between my mom and sister in granddads old reliant that was set when he was dying.

In this dream, me and my sister were out of school and mom was going to drive us to the mall. Me and my sister were both ready to go and mom told us to go ahead and get in the car.

My sister grabbed the keys and then I followed her outside where granddads old tan reliant was parked in our driveway. My sister then unlocked the passenger side door and told me to scoot over to the middle since it was her day to choose where to sit. I the sat down on the tan vinyl bench seat and moved over to the middle seat. Once I fastened the tan lap belt around my waist after my sister told me to, she closed the passenger side door and took the keys back in the house to mom.

Soon she was opening the passenger side door and then sitting down in the passenger seat and then closing the door and fastening her shoulder belt. We then spent a while waiting in the car together until mom was finally locking up the house and then walking to the reliant and opening the driver side door and then sitting down in the driver seat next to me. She then started up the reliant and we drove towards the mall. I felt squished between my mom and sister and we kept passing cars with people I knew in them and it felt like they were all staring at us because I was riding in the middle and my younger shorter sister was by the window.

We were then driving by the nursing home where grandad was living and then mom was turning into the parking lot and then parking the car in a parking space. As the turned off the car, she told us she needed to stop by and check on granddad because they had called and told her he wasn't feeling well and may have to go to the hospital. She told us to wait in the car and then left us there to go and check on granddad.

Me and my sister than had to wait in the car and I had to deal with my sister wanting to talk about granddad and me trying to ger her to talk about other things because I didn't want to think about granddad not being around much longer. I woke up from this dream while we were still in the parking lot waiting from mom and having to keep listening to my sister talk about granddad and trying to get me to share my feelings.

I had a new dream last night involving my mom, sister, and granddads old reliant which is by far the most disturbing one I have ever had. This dream was set in the time when granddad was living at the nursing home in the final months of his life.

When this dream started, me and mom were in granddads old reliant. Mom was driving and I was in the front passenger seat. We were on our way to pick my sister up from practice for a play she was going to be in.

Soon we were pulling up to the community theater where my sister's play was going to be and where she was having the practice. Mom pulled into a spot in the parking lot and then told me to sit tight as she turned off the reliant and then got out to go and get my sister.

After I had been waiting in the car by myself for a few minutes, my sister was walking up to the passenger side of the reliant and then opening the front passenger side door and then telling me to scoot over to the middle seat. I looked behind me and saw that the back seat was full of granddads stuff and there was nowhere to sit back there and then pulled my feet up on the passenger seat to give my sister room to get past me and sit in the middle but she reminded me it was her day to choose where to sit and she wanted the window and I needed to scoot. I reluctantly unfastened the tan shoulder belt and then scooted across the tan vinyl bench seat to the middle and then fastened the tan lap belt around my waist as my sister plopped onto the passenger seat and then closed her door and fastened her shoulder belt. We had to spend a little while waiting in the reliant together because mom was talking to some other parents out in the parking lot.

Eventually mom was walking towards the reliant and then sitting down in the driver seat to my right. She started up the car and we pulled out of the parking lot and were heading towards home.

Mom was then pulling into the parking lot of the nursing home where granddad was staying. She told us she needed to stop by and check on granddad as she pulled into a parking space and turned off the reliant and told us to sit tight and stay buckled. I told her I wanted to see granddad and she told me she needed to see how he was doing and that if he was feeling up to it she would come back and get us. She then closed us into the car and disappeared into the nursing home.

Not long after she went into the nursing home, she was walking out of it and back towards the reliant. I was hoping that grandad was doing well and then we could go and see him, but as she was fumbling through her purse for the keys and then unlocking the driver side door I noticed she was shaking and looked really upset. She sat down int the driver seat, closed her door, and then told us granddad had been taken to the emergency room and she needed to go to the hospital and check on him. She told us she needed us to be quiet and then started up the reliant and drove it to the hospital.

When we go to the hospital, she pulled into a parking space in the parking lot and told us to stay buckled-up and then cut off the reliant and got out and walked towards the emergency room entrance.

Me and my sister then had to wait in the reliant for what felt like an eternity pressed up against each other in the front seat which was really uncomfortable. I was really worried about granddad and what was going to happen to him. I really didn't want to talk about it, but my sister did and kept asking me things like if granddad was going to die which made me really upset. She kept wanting for us to talk about granddad and I kept trying to change the subject because I did not want to share my feelings with my sister. The longer we had to wait in the car. the more worried I was getting that something was seriously wrong with granddad and that maybe he would not make it out of the hospital.

Eventually I heard my sister say "mommy is coming" and then I saw mom slowly walking through the parking lot towards the reliant where we were waiting.

I woke up from the dream before mom got in the car and had no idea how granddad was doing or if he was dead or alive. It took me a while to fall back asleep after waking up from this dream.

I had another dream last night where me and my sister were stuck in Granddads old car in a rainstorm.

When this dream started, I was with my mom and younger sister at a party supply store we used to go to when I was a teen. We were in the store to get decorations for a 4th of July Cookout we were going to be having at our house. We were getting all sorts of red while and blue themed decorations to use to decorate for the cookout and also got fun things like sparklers and party poppers. When we got to an aisle where there were costumes, mom saw an Uncle Sam costume that was on sale and decided to get it so our dad could dress up in it. Me and my sister both tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted on getting it since it didn't cost much and figured someone else would be willing to wear it if dad wasn't willing to. As we were walking towards the checkout lanes, mom noticed that red while and blue balloons were on sale and got several bundles of them as she though it would be fun to use them.

Once mom had paid for everything, we walked out of the store to the parking lot where granddads old tan reliant was parked a few rows away. When we got to the car, mom opened the trunk and filled it up with as much of the stuff that she had bought at the party store as she could. Once she had the trunk full, mom unlocked the front passenger side door and told me and my sister we would both need to ride up front with her. I stood off to the side for my sister to get in first, but she reminded me it was her day to choose her seat and I was sitting in the middle. I reluctantly sat down on the tan vinyl bench seat which was really hot and scooted over to the middle seat and then fastened the tan lap belt around my waist. My sister than plopped down in the passenger seat to my right and then fastened her shoulder belt and then closed the passenger side door. Since it was hot in the car, I rolled down the driver side window while my sister rolled down the passenger side window.

Once mom had everything loaded in the back seat, she took the shopping cart back to the party store and then rather than joining us in the car, walked to the supermarket that was a few stores away. Me and my sister had to wait in the car for a while until I finally saw mom walking out of the supermarket walking towards the reliant pushing a shopping cart. When she got to the car, she unloaded the shopping cart into the back seat and then went to take the cart back. After returning the cart, rather than coming back to the reliant where me and my sister were waiting, she went to the liquor store that was a few shops away from the supermarket.

Almost as soon as mom went into the liquor store, it started to thunder really loud and then pour down rain. Me and my sister had to hurry to roll up the windows as the rain started coming down even harder and harder until we couldn't even see the liquor store that mom was in. While me and my sister waited for the rain to stop and mom to get in the car, something started to really stink in the car but me and my sister couldn't figure out what it was. The rain kept coming down really hard and there was nothing that we could do but sit and wait in the car and try to deal with smelling the horrible smell.

Eventually, the rain let up enough that mom was able to leave the liquor store and make it to the car and sit down in the driver seat to my left. As she was putting the key in the ignition, she noticed the smell and asked us about it. After a few times turning the key, but not being able to get the car started, she asked if me and my sister may have stepped in dog poo because it really stunk in the car and smelled like poo. My sister quickly checked her sandals and told mom there was nothing on them. Before I could inspect my shoe, mom noticed I stepped in something and then my sister let me out to clean it. I woke up from the dream while I was trying to get the dog poop off my shoe and mom was trying to get the car started.