[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 18-19, 2011.] I'm at my old elementary school. I'm following a little ridey-car through a bunch of playgrounds, which are big, colorful, and elaborate. I'm at the dining table in House #1, eating a meal with my parents and having a heated discussion of NaNoWriMo T-shirts with my dad. I insist, “If I need a large, you need at least a 2XL!” He's insulted and ends the conversation right there. [Day residue: I had just ordered a new NaNoWriMo T-shirt on the 17th, and I do, in fact, need a large, because their shirt sizes tend to be small.] My family is staying in a rented vacation house that is up on a slight hill. My mom and I drive up to it in her red Honda Fit [she really does drive one in real life] and pull into its dirt driveway. There are already many other cars parked in front of the house, causing my mom to complain about having to back out through such a narrow space later. We're planning on leaving the rented house later and going and staying at a camp. [Fragment] I tell my parents about my plan to purchase a Smart Car. [More day residue; I really had been thinking about doing that.]
★☆☆☆☆ 10/17/10 I'm sitting at a table in the library, across from a stern-looking woman my age. "So you want to start a writing group? You realize that you'll be in direct competition with our writing group." "Hey," I say incredulously, "I just sent out an email asking who was doing NaNo this year." There's a man sitting beside me with his arms crossed. He snorts. "Well," says the woman, "Be aware that you won't be able to use the library this week. It's full." She points behind me. I turn around, and see that the walls are covered, floor to ceiling, with boxes of Corona. I turn back to her. She sighs. "The Kiwanis club is renting the library for a Christian concert." Scare Factor: 1/10
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