TigerLilly

5/15/11

I believe that this was part of a longer dream (or maybe my dream-self just knew about events I didn’t experience in the dream) but at the beginning of this dream, my dream-self knew that I had missed a school concert that my little brother was in and he was very upset about it. I remember I had been doing something important and couldn’t make it there. My foster parents told me I absolutely had to get to the next one.

This is the stuff I recall actually happening:

I arrived at the venue where the next concert was being held. It was like a grocery store shopping plaza thing. I parked far from the door. I had a vague recollection of someone being in the car with me but I'm not entirely sure. I was running late and in a huge hurry. I locked the car and began to walk in, when I realized I had left the door open. (This is a bit hard to explain but the door to the car was like a double door that you see in buildings sometimes where there are two halves to the door and you have to close them in the correct order or they wont stay shut). I closed the door and began to walk away again. Now I realized I left something in the car. I went back to get it... I don’t remember specifically why I went back to the car each time, but I kept doing this for a while (3-5 more times). I was frantically running because I was late and I kept remembering things that I had to do in the car before I could go in.

When I finally got inside the place I was sure I would be in trouble for being so late. I saw my brother and his band playing. They were sitting on a cluster of stacked up chairs (as if the chairs were being stored). Next to the chair stack there was a group of people around a table making and eating cookies.

I got up on the chair stack next to my brother and apologized for being late while he was playing. He just kinda gave me and annoyed look so I got off the chair stack and went to find a seat in the audience. I remember being surprised that there were only 4 people in his band but then my dream-self remembered that I had been told before. The audience was sitting on the same type of chairs but not stacked, facing the band. Most of the chairs were full except for about 5 in the front row next to an older black woman. She had placed packages on them so no one could sit there. I had asked if I could move them and she said that I could not because they were her supplies for making cookies. Frustrated I stormed away and she called after me “wait, I can move the olive oil” but I didn’t turn around and just said “its fine” in an annoyed voice. I found a seat very far away and remember being a bit annoyed.

There was also something about the cookies. I remember a woman holding a bucket of cookies with orange and green M&Ms in them but I don’t remember what happened with them.