10-04-2012 -- And with this dream I catch up the only October dream I haven't already posted. I have no idea how or why, but I have just moved in to a second story bedroom in BM's home in England ... and I think I'm going to move out again almost immediately. I am trying to take a shower, and there are long, thorny vines twisting all through the shower, making it almost impossible. I step out and grab a pair of hedge clippers, planning to cut them up, when B. comes in screaming that I will do no such thing! I'm expected to just live with the vines, as they were here first. As we are arguing, some of her kids and grand kids come wandering in, and start taking showers while wearing their clothes for modesty. This doesn't work too well because about half of them end up turning see-thru. I'm enjoying the view, which leads to a couple of husbands being mad at me. Well, if they don't want people watching their wives shower, they ought to wait until the bathroom is free and they can have it to themselves! It turns out it is Christmas, and they all force me to sit down with them for the entire gift opening process, yet it is a family thing, and nobody has brought any gifts for me, so they should have just left me out of the whole thing, damn it! Finally I decide I've had enough ... I'm moving out! "No you aren't! How dare you! You selfish, insensitive, ungrateful jerk!" We fight over what stuff in the bathroom is mine, and they are trying to steal my soap and stuff. They also take some of my money which is all in pound notes (how I know I am in England.) They are giving me a pair of purple panties that are so small they must belong to a little kid, but what would I want with those?!? B. almost throws my shoes out the second floor window, and across the fence into the neighbor's yard with all the wild animals (a place I know from other dreams.) I finally make it out the front door, when I remember that I also have a large stash of quarters still inside the house. I use some sort of mind power to call a couple of the kids, and they gather up two big handfuls of quarters and bring them out to me. I take them, and it is my money, but I feel slightly bad that the kids might get in trouble for giving it to me. Soon I find myself in Las Vegas for some sort of show at a balloon convention. Don't know much about the convention because I have never been to one before, but the show is like the evening shows they do at the FCM convention. Mark Byrne is preparing to do a major show, and he wants me to assist him. He takes a few minutes to ask me how I am doing and what's going on in my life, then asks if I am familiar with the glass frame-card trick. I'm not sure, it looks kind of like the pen through card trick I did as a little kid, except it is huge, sized for a card of about three feet by four. As Mark is making sure I am prepared, a barber comes up to us both. He is to make sure we're both ready for the show. He gives Mark a quick trim of hair and beard, takes maybe 30 seconds, then he does the same thing to me. I expect I'm getting the same brief trim that Mark got, then I glance in a mirror and find no, the top of my head is now almost bald, except for this tiny tuft of hair that has been dyed gray, and somehow gives me a kind of Oriental look. What the hell? Mark again asks me how I'm doing as we're preparing to go on, and this time I let him know I'm not doing all that well, I'm broke and out of work. But hopefully things will all work out.
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