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    1. Car dream where mom was really controlling and snippy

      by , 02-04-2021 at 05:10 AM
      I had the car dream set at granddads house again last night for the second night in a row. Like the dream I had the night before, it was really physically and emotionally uncomfortable. In the dream last night, mom was also really snippy and controlling.

      When mom told me to go ahead and get in granddads car and buckle to the front middle seat, as soon as I tried to argue about sitting in the middle and getting in the car before she was ready to go she snapped at me and told me that I could either get in the car and buckle in the middle of the front seat or I would be grounded.

      When mom finally got in the car and was trying to get it started after my sister and I had to wait for her for what felt like forever, she kept getting in my face and telling me that I needed to calm down. I never even said anything to her before she started telling me to calm down.

      When she discovered I stepped in dog poop, she screamed at me about not watching where I was stepping and not checking my shoe when I noticed the car stunk. She told me to give her my shoe so she could clean it and for me to stay buckled in my seat.

      After the battery went dead after she got back in, as I was asking if I could get out she snapped at me again and told me that me and my sister needed to stay in the car. I woke-up from the dream while she was looking for a jump start.

      Not sure why she was so snippy and controlling in this dream, but it made me fell even more uncomfortable.
    2. Car dream where I felt like I was squished in the middle

      by , 02-03-2021 at 05:19 AM
      I had another car dream last night set at granddads house. This is the first time I have had once since last week, and was the longest I have been without any since the dream started a few weeks ago.

      The dream last night followed the same pattern as the others I have had recently. The main change I noticed in last nights dreams from the earlier ones was that it was much more uncomfortable riding in the middle than in any of the other ones and it was really bothering me and getting me on edge that my mom and sister were both pressed-up against me and seemed to be repeatedly invading my space while I was stuck between them.

      While my sister and I were in the car waiting on mom to come out and get in, I could always feel her body pressed up against my right side. She repeatedly would put her head on my shoulder and her face right my mine. When I kept trying to get her to stop talking about granddad and how he was near death, she wrapped her arm around me so I couldn't ignore her and kept getting right in my face.

      When mom finally got in the car, I had her body pressed-up against my left side and my sister pressed-up against my right and I felt really squished. While she was trying to get the car started, both she and my sister kept invading my space telling me I needed to calm down, which just made me feel more trapped and on edge while I was stuck between them.

      When mom discovered I had dog poop on my shoe, I first had to deal with her getting in my face and getting after me for stepping in it and not noticing it while my sister was in my other ear talking about how gross it was and how bad it smelled. I had to keep dealing with her invading my space and whining about how bad it stunk while we waited in the car for mom to clean my shoe.

      When mom got back in the car, and I though she had finally been able to get the car started she leaned in front of me to adjust the mirrors while my sister invaded my space to change the radio to her favorite FM station and then started singing along to the song playing. I felt really uncomfortable having both of them in my personal space.

      I woke up for them dream right after mom discovered the car had cut off when nothing happened when the put it in gear and pressed down on the accelerator. My sister was leaning into my space while mom was turning the key and nothing was happening.

      I think this was definitely the most uncomfortable I have felt riding in the middle in any of the dreams I have ever had and really felt that I had no personal space and was squished between my mom and sister.
    3. New car dream that ended earlier than others

      by , 01-27-2021 at 05:02 AM
      I had the car dream again last night.

      In last night's dream, the things I remember the most were the following:

      I again tried to argue with mom when she told me to go and get in the car and buckle-up in the middle seat. She was really snippy and quickly snapped at me and told me that if I said anything else to her about it that she would walk me to the car and buckle me into the middle seat herself. When she said this I decided it was best to go and and to what she said and walked out to the car and go in and scooted over to the middle seat and put the lap belt around my waist.

      After I had been waiting in the car for a couple of minutes, my sister was opening the passenger side door and sitting down next to me in the passenger seat. When she closed her door and buckled-up, her body was pressed against mine and it made me feel really uncomfortable while we waited in the car for mom. While we waited she kept wanting to talk about how she felt about granddad being sick and dying and trying to get me to share mine. Sometimes she would comment on how bad it stunk in the car and accuse me of doing something like tooting to cause it. As we sat in the car and waited, I saw our reflection in the windshield and felt totally humiliated that I was so much taller than her yet she was riding by the window and I was stuck in the middle.

      Eventually, mom opened the driver side door and sat down on my other side. When she closed her door, her body was also pressed against mine and I felt squished and smothered with my mom pressing against my left side and my sister against my right side.

      When mom was getting ready to turn the key to start the car, she noticed something stunk in the car and asked us about it. My sister told her I had been tooting and I told her that it was something in the back seat. Mom then tried to get the car started and I asked to be let out after it became obvious it didn't want to start. Mom snapped at me and told me she was in charge and doing the best she could and that I would stay buckled in my seat. While she was getting in my face telling me to calm down, she started sniffing and said she thought it smelled like poo and asked if I could have stepped in dog poo. I bent down and checked my shoes and noticed I stepped in something.

      I then asked my sister to let me out so I could clean off my shoe, but as I was reaching to undo my seatbelt, mom grabbed it and told to give her my shoe and she would clean it. She said she wanted me and my sister to stay buckled in the car. I tried to explain to her it would make more sense for me to get out and clean my own shoe so she could keep working on trying to get the car started. She then got back in my face again and snapped at me about not watching where I was stepping and not noticing I had stepped in poo. She also reminded me she was in charge again.

      When she got out of the car, I took off my shoe and handed it to her. She then told me that I needed to act my age and be calmer when she got back so she could concentrate on getting the car started. She then closed us back in the car and walked towards granddads house to go and clean my shoe.

      While we waited in the car for her, my sister kept telling me how gross it was that I stepped in poo and asking me why I didn't think to get out of the car and check my shoes when I first noticed the car stunk. I woke-up from this dream while she was whining about how bad the car smelled and and telling me how gross it was.

      I think this is the first time in this new dream where I have woken-up from it before mom go back to the car and the battery went dead.
    4. Another night with the new car dream

      by , 01-26-2021 at 04:40 AM
      I had the car dream that I have started having again last night. The things I remember most from last nights dream were arguing with mom when she told me to go get in the car and when the car had the dead battery.

      When mom told me to get in the car and buckle-up in the middle, I first tried to argue about sitting in the middle trying to explain to mom that my sister could handle the middle better than me since she was younger/shorter/smaller than me but mom snapped at me that is was my sisters day to choose her seat today and that I got to have the font seat in her car yesterday and would get to choose my seat again tomorrow. When I then tried to explain that it would be really embarrassing for me to have to ride between them she told me that was the craziest thing she had ever heard and that she was sure no-one would noticed how we were seated.

      I then tried to talk mom into letting me and my sister go to the park that was a few blocks away rather than waiting in the car for her. I tried to convince her that this would be a better idea and that she could just come to the park and pick us up whenever she was done at granddads. She told me that she didn't think this was a good idea because she wasn't sure how much longer before she would be done and that the park was not on our way home. I kept trying to convince her to let us go to the park until she finally got tired of hearing it and got in my face and reminded me that she was in charge and that I was to get in granddads car and buckle-up in the middle seat now. She said she couldn't understand why I was making such a big deal about riding in the middle and waiting in the car, but that I needed to get a better attitude. I then went out and got in the car.

      While waiting with my sister, I remember she kept wanting for us to talk about granddad and share our feelings about him being sick and in the nursing home. I kept trying to get her to talk about something else, but this was all she wanted to talk about and the kept brining it up again whenever I tried to change the subject and kept trying to get me to share my feelings which I did not want to do.

      Once mom finally got in the car, I remember she was really snippy when she discovered the car had cut off when she tried to put it in gear. When I tried to keep telling her I thought the car was in drive and needed to be put in park in order for it to start, she would snap at me and get in my face and tell me to calm down, that she was doing the best she could. I kept trying to tell her this is why nothing was happening when she turned the key, but this just made her more frustrated and she ignored what I was trying to tell her.

      When the battery went dead after mom discovered the car was out of gear and tried to start it once she put it in park. I kept trying to talk her into letting me and my sister get out of the car while she looked for a jump start. I woke-up from this dream while mom was in my face telling me that she was in charge and that me and my sister were to stay buckled-up in the car. She was making it clear that I would not like what would happen if I did not do what she wanted me to do.

      In this dream, I really felt a lack of control as no matter what I tried to suggest or ask for I was stuck buckled to the middle of the front seat of granddads car.
    5. New vivid/recurring dream where I am riding between my sister and mom in granddads old car

      by , 01-24-2021 at 05:43 PM
      Over the last week, I have had some new vivid dreams involving me riding in granddads reliant with my mom and my sister. These dreams are different than the ones I was having last year as these are set at granddads house after he had to go to a nursing home and mom was trying to get his house ready to sell. These take place when I was 14 years old, about a year before the dreams I was having last year which were set in my parentís driveway the spring after granddad died. Like the earlier dreams these appear to be a stuck dream that always follows the same chain of events.

      The dreams I have had so far start with me playing in the backyard of granddads house. The yard looks just like I remember it looking when he had to go to the nursing home. Everything looked really overgrown and unkept rather than perfectly manicured since he had been too sick to keep up with it for a while.

      Eventually mom walks out of granddads back door and calls for me and tells me I to go ahead an get in granddads reliant. I ask why we are taking the reliant home since I thought Dad was picking us up, and she said he has a meeting and she had been wanting to move the reliant to our house anyway. I asked her how we could all fit in the reliant since she had the back seat loaded full of stuff and she reminded me it could fit 3 in the front seat and told me I was riding in the middle since it was my sister day to choose her seat and she wanted to be by the window. I asked if I could keep playing in the yard until she and my sister were ready to go and she snapped at me that she needed us out of her way for a little while and wanted me in the car NOW. That my sister would be right behind me and I needed to get in first since I was in the middle.

      As I walk towards the car, mom reminds me to buckle-up. I then walk through the front yead to the tan reliant that was covered in pollen and parked on the street in front of granddads house. I open the passenger side door and the sat down on the tan vinyl bench seat and then close the passenger side door and slide over to the middle seat and fasten the tan lap belt around my waist.

      As I sit in the car, I noticed that something really sinks but figure itís either all of the stuff that mom had loaded into the back seat or that the car had been sitting for several weeks. It is really in pleasant waiting in the car, in addition to the unpleasant odor itís really uncomfortable in the middle because the lap belt was snugly against my hips and my feet were stuck on the bump in the middle and my knees were bumping the a/c controls. I am mad mom is making me ride there since my sister is smaller than me and could get by better with less room.

      After I had been waiting for a few minutes, my sister is walking down granddads front walk towards the car. She had the same hairstyle I remember her having at that time when she was 10 years old and is always wearing a pink dress and tan sandals she liked to wear back then. She opens the passenger side door and then sits down in the passenger seat then closes the door and buckles her seat belt. Itís even more uncomfortable waiting with her in the car, because her body was now pressed against mine.

      We then have to spend what seemed like forever in the car waiting for mom to come-out. It seems like we have to wait a lot longer than we did in the dreams I was having last year at it was probably around 45 minutes to possibly an hour and is really unpleasant. While we sit and wait my sister always alternates talking about how bad the car smells and accuses me of tooting; rubbing it in that she got to choose the window seat and I was stuck in the middle; and wanting talk about how she fells about granddad being sick and dying and trying to get me to share my feelings on it. I try to change the subject whenever she talks about granddad, because it was too upsetting for me to think about or discuss but she just keeps bring it up again and again. She also keeps putting her head on my shoulder and smiling in my face while stretching her feet onto the glove box. I am super bored waiting for mom and kept focusing on my sisters sandals being the same color tan as the floor matts and glove box and blending in with them; the reflection of me and my sister on the windshield and passenger side window an how embarrassed it makes me feel that I was so much taller than her yet she is by the window and I am in the middle; and people walking their dogs down the street and hoping none of them saw me and my sister waiting in the car and noticed the embarrassing seating arrangement.

      Finally, after what seemed like FOREVER, my sister says ďI see mommy comingĒ and then turned my head to see mom locking the front door of granddads house and then walking around the back of the car to put something in the trunk. She closes the truck and then goes to talk to someone across the street from us. Eventually she unlocks the driver side door and then sits down in the driver seat on my left. I feel her body pressed against mine as she put the key in the ignition and then reaches behind me to put her purse in the back seat. I heard the annoying buzzing sound until she closes the driver side door. I felt really squished between my mom and sister with both of them rubbing against me.

      Mom thens turn the key to start the car but it doesnít want to start-up and after each failed crank there is the annoying buzzing sound and red lights on the dash. I get really uncomfortable being stuck between my mom and sister while mom keeps trying to start the car and it becomes obvious it is going to take a while. I start asking mom if I can get out. She just ignores me until eventually, she snapps at me and gets in my face and screams at me that I need to calm down; that she is doing the best she could; that if it wonít start itís not a big deal because dad could pick us up on his way home; and that I WILL stay buckled in my seat until she tells me I can get out.

      After she turns her attention back to trying to get the car started, she also notices that something really stinks in the car. My sister tells her that I have been pooting and I try to explain that it smelled before I got in. Mom says it smells like poo to her and tells me to check my shoes. I check them and discover I stepped in something. I ask my sister to let me out so I can clean them, but mom gets in my face and yells at me about stepping in poo and tells me to give it to her and she will clean it for me. I try to tell her I would rather get out and clean it myself so she can keep trying to start the car, but she snaps at me again and reminds me she is in charge and that she wants me to stay buckled in my seat. She is in my face telling me I need to calm down and have a better attitude when she gets back to the car as I take off my shoe and give it to her.

      She then gets out and closes me and my sister back in the car while she disappears back into granddads house with me shoe. As I sit and wait in the car with my sister, she is telling me how gross it is that I stepped in poo and is now just whining about how bad the car smells and asking me why I didnít check my shoes when I noticed something smelled before she even got it. I have to listen to this until we see mom walking back towards the car.

      When mom opens the driver side door, she hands me a wet paper towel and tell me to wipe down the bump I had my feet on with it and then hands me my shoe she has cleaned after I give her the paper towel back. She then goes to put the paper towel in granddads trash can while I put my shoe back on.

      Soon she is opening the driver side door again and then sitting back down in the driver seat. She starts pumping on the accelerator and turning the key. After several more cranks with the car not starting and hearing the annoying buzzing sound and seeing the dash illuminated with red lights, mom is finally able to get the reliant started. My sister immediately leans in front of me to change the radio from an AM news station to her favorite FM station and then turns up the volume and starts singing along to the song on the radio while mom is leaning over me to adjust the rearview mirror and then the passenger side mirror. It is really uncomfortable having them both in my space and itís annoying having to hear my sister sing along to the radio.

      Once mom has everything adjusted, she pulls the shift lever to put the car in drive but nothing happens when she presses on the accelerator. She checks to make sure the parking brake is not on and then reaches in front of me and turns of the radio and discovers the car knocked off. She starts trying to turn the key, but nothing happens except the buzzing sound and red lights on the dash. I notice the car is still in park and try to tell mom, but she snaps at me that she is doing the best she can and I need to calm down so she can concentrate on starting the car.

      After several more cranks, she discovers that the car is out of gear like a tried to tell her earlier. She snaps at me again when I remind her I had tried to tell her earlier. She puts the car back in park and tries to get it started again. This time, the battery sounds weak and after a few cranks, the car just makes a rattling sound and the buzzing and red lights on the dash are fainter than they really are.

      I reach to undo my seat belt, but mom snaps at me again and tells me that she is going to see if one of granddads neighbors can give us a jump start and says she wants me and my sister to stay buckled in the car. I usually wake up from the dream either arguing with mom about her wanting me to stay buckled in the car of after she has gotten out to look for a jump start. I do not know if she is able to find a jump start or if it works and we are able to drive the reliant home.

      As these dreams have progressed I seem to be arguing with mom more about her wanting me to sit in the middle, wait in the car, and buckle-up when I get in. When I try to argue with her, she just gets angry and more assertive that she is in control/in charge and that I am to do what she says. So far, my arguing has not worked as mom always makes me go and get in the middle seat and buckle-up.

      I am also trying to get more assertive about trying to get mom to let me out of the car when she is having trouble starting it, when she discovers I stepped in dog poop, and when the batter dies. However, this just makes her angry and she doubles down on her being in charge and that I am to stay buckled in my seat.

      In these new dreams, I find riding in the middle much more uncomfortable both physically and emotionally than I did in the dreams I had last winter. In those dreams, it was like I was along for the ride and in these dreams I want to be anywhere other than riding in the middle of the front seat of granddads reliant. I feel physically uncomfortable because of the seatbelt fitting snug on my hips; my feet being stuck on the hump; my knees bumping again the a/c controls; and my sister and then mom being pressed-up against me. I feel emotionally uncomfortable because I find it really embarrassing that I am in the middle riding between my mom and my younger/shorter/smaller sister. It also makes me fell really uncomfortable being squished between them and not having any personal space.

      If this dream keeps happening, I will try to start journaling changes I notice each time I have it to see if it starts moving in some other direction.
    6. Dream where I am visiting a strange city and then in Sinefeld Parking Garage episode

      by , 11-14-2020 at 05:48 PM
      I had a dream last night was I was visiting some big city. I do not know what city it was, but it seemed to have landmarks from many big cities I have been in.

      At the start of the dream, I was walking on an elevated trail that was like the High Line in New York. As I walked on it, I saw landmarks from many different US Cities. It seem like each time I would look in a different direction, I would see a scene that would make me think it was is a different US city.

      After I had walked for a while, I came to a tall glass and steel building that was shaped like a pagoda where the elevated trail converged with other elevated trail and they were all like spokes going out from the pagoda.

      I find out the pagoda is a museum and I decide to visit it. I walk around and fine an entrance into it, but a security guard standing by the door tells me that is the exit and points me towards a staircase and tells me I need to go down two levels to get to the entrance. I walk down two levels and then around the building like he told me, but then see there is a line stretching as far as I can see with people waiting to get in the museum. I decide I am not in a mood to wait and I will try coming back another day. I find another staircase and take it back up to the elevated trail I was walking on earlier.

      When I get to the trail, I walk around the pagoda and try to figure out which direction I need to go. I walk around the outside of the pagoda a few times trying to remember which of the trails I took. I eventually see a sign pointing the trail to take to get to a mall, and I take that trail since I know my hotel is connected to a mall.

      I walk for a while longer and then finally see the mall in the distance. When I get to the mall, there is a narrow black steel bridge with really low railings that connects the trail to the mall. I take my time walking on the bridge because I am worried about slipping and falling off of it. Although the bridge is wide enough for 2 or 3 people to walk on, it feels like I am walking on a tightrope and I am trying to be extra careful so I donít loose my balance and fall off.

      Eventually, I get to the end of the bridge and am in the mall. I find a mall directory and look at it to try to fine my hotel. I find a three hotels on the directory that are connected to this mall, but none are the Westin where I am staying. I see a mall security guard and ask him where the Westin Hotel is because I cannot find it on the directory. He starts laughing and the loudly announces that this is the Downtown Plaza Mall and the Westin is at the Uptown Plaza Mall. He laughs that I must have gotten really turned around and tells me it is about a 5-6 mile walk to get to the Uptown Plaza Mall where the Westin is.

      As I walk away from him, a girl who looks to be in her late teens or early twenties approaches me. I am afraid she is going to ask me for money because she looks like she could be homeless with matted blonde hair and torn jeans. She says she overhead that I am trying to get to Uptown Plaza Mall and told me she and her mom are going there once they find their car, and they can give me a ride if I will help her look for the car. Before I have a chance to say yes or no, she calls her mom and tells her she has found a man who will help find the car if they give me a ride to Uptown Plaza. The girl then looks at the directory to try to figure out where they parked the car. In looking at the directory, I notice there are several different garages attached to this mall and the girl doesnít have a clue which one they parked in. She says she and her mom are just checking all the garages until they find the car. She isnít even sure which garages her mom is checking and which she is supposed to check.

      We go to the closest garage and walk though all of the levels checking every parking spot, but the girl doesnít see the car in any spaces. We go back into the mall and then find the next closest parking deck and walk though it. When we are on the 6th level, the girl gets really excited and says she has found the car. She then calls her mom and tells her she has found the car on the 6th level on the purple garage. She tells her mom where to find the car when she gets to that level and then says see you soon and hangs up the phone. She then leads me to a rusted tan 1970ís two door Oldsmobile with a cracked vinyl top which is covered with bumper stickers for different progressive causes. When we get to the car, I notice it is full of junk with just spots for the girl and her mother to sit. While the girl is trying to clear a spot for me by tossing stuff in the middle of the front seat to the back seat, I tell her that for the ride, but I can just walk so she doesnít have to go through all of this trouble of making a spot for me in the car. She gets really offended and takes a break from cleaning out a space to ask if I am embarrassed to ride in the car. I tell her no, that I just hate for her to go through all of this trouble. She says it is no trouble and then goes back to cleaning junk of the tan vinyl bench seat.

      When she finally has the front seat clean, she tells me to get in and points to the middle seat. She says she wants her mom to get to talk to me some and that she knows her mom will like me. I get in the car and scoot over to the middle seat and then she gets in the passenger seat and closes the door.

      We then sit and wait in the car for a really long time for her mom. She call once and has gone to the wrong garage. We wait a while longer and then her mom calls again and again cannot find the car because she has gone to the wrong garage. After another long wait, her phone rings again and again her mom has gone to the wrong garage. This time the girl gets out of the car and I can hear her giving her mom landmarks to help her find the right garage. While the girl is out talking to her mom, I decide we are never leaving the garage and decide to go back to the mall and get an uber back to my hotel. When the girl gets off the phone, I tell her and she gets really offended and again thinks I am embarrassed to ride in their car and promises her mom will be to the car soon. I reluctantly get back into the middle seat and wait in the car with the girl. Her phone rings again, and I hear her tell her mom we are on the 6th level of the purple garage, not the green garage. We wait a while longer and then her phone rings again and I hear her tell her mom we are on the 6th level, not the 5th level. She tells me here mom is in the right garage and should be here any minute.

      Soon a big disheveled woman with bleach blonde hair is opening the driver side door and sitting down in the driver seat. At first she seems oblivious that I am sitting next to her in the car and keeps ranting to her daughter about how hard it was to find the car. When she finally stops ranting, her daughter introduces her to me and reminder her they are giving me a ride to the Westin. I can tell this woman is bat shit crazy based on our brief conversation.

      Eventually, the woman puts the key in the ignition and tries to start the car. After several cranks, I ask if the car is going to start and she tells me not to worry that it is always a process getting the car to start. While the woman keeps pumping the accelerator and turning the key without any success, I whisper to the daughter that I will just take an uber and ask her to let me out. She again gets really offended and tells me her mom will get the car started but it can take a while sometimes.

      While I continue to sit between them while the mother keeps pumping on the accelerator and turning the key, I see her look down at my feet and then loudly tell me that she thinks I stepped in shit. I ask her or the daughter to let me out to clean my shoe, but they both tell me I can just clean it when I get there that they are not worried about their car being clean and that she wants to be able to go as soon as the car starts. I didnít seem to bother either of them that I was sitting between them with shit on my shoe an I was stuck just sitting there with the shit on my shoe.

      I work up from this dream still sitting between the woman and her daughter in the front seat of their old car in the parking deck and the woman trying to start the car but having no luck. I kind of felt like I was in the Sinefeld parking garage episode at the end of the dream because the car was hard to find and then wouldnít start.
    7. Dream where I was helping at a church clothing drive

      by , 11-11-2020 at 05:06 AM
      I had a dream last night where I was helping with a clothing and supply drive at a large church that is in the town where I live now. It is not a church that I regularly go to, but I have some friends that go there and have been to some weddings there and also brough old clothing when they have had clothing drives.

      When the dream started, I was waiting in the parking lot for people to come and donate stuff. When a driver would pull-up, I would take the items they were donating from them and then would carry it into the large fellowship hall where a bunch of people were sorting out donations and putting like items together. I was greeting people and taking the things they wanted to donate into the fellowship hall and if they requested it, giving them a receipt for their donations. It almost seemed like I was working at a Goodwill store, but I was at the church volunteering for them instead. In the dream, several people I know in my waking life were stopping by in the cars they drive now to donate stuff. I think the dream was set in the present time, although no-one was waring masks or social distancing so I think we were not dealing with COVID in the dream.

      When the time period for people to donate had past, I went into the fellowship hall to see if I was done or if they needed more help. When I walked in, I saw that everything had been sorted and boxed-up. A big middle aged lady with greying blonde hair saw me and asked if I had time to help take boxes out to the truck. When I said I could, she pointed to the boxes that she wanted taken out first and then told me where to find the truck behind the building.

      I then took as many boxes as I could handle and carried them out to where she told me the truck was. When I got to the truck, I saw it was the old half ton truck the city has let events I help run in my waking life borrow. I loaded the boxes into the back of the truck and then kept going back into the fellowship hall to get more boxes and brining them out to the truck.

      It seemed like each time I went in to get more boxes, both the number of boxes and number of people in the fellowship hall were fewer and fewer each time I went in. I kept taking boxes out to the truck and then going back into the fellowship hall and getting more boxes and taking them out to the truck.

      After taking another handful of boxes out to the truck, I started to walk back into the fellowship hall and saw the big lady and a chunky girl with long brown hair who looked to be 13-14 walking out towards the truck each carrying a box. The lady told me that they had the last two boxes and there was nothing else to load onto the truck. She then asked if I could help her tie the boxes to the truck bed.

      I stood on one side of the truck bed and caught straps when the lady tossed them over from the other side and then hooked them in and tightened them. While we did this, the girl who had carried the last box looked on and I figured she was the ladyís daughter since she stood near the lady. As we were securing the boxes I learned that the lady was the outreach minister at the church and the girl was indeed her daughter.

      Once we had the boxes secure to the truck, the lady asked me how much longer I could help. When I told her I could help until around 5, she told me that was great since she needed help unloading boxes at the rescue mission. She said it shouldnít take more than an hour and that I could ride in the truck with she and her daughter and then lead us towards the passenger side of the truck.

      When we got to the passenger side door, the lady opened it and then asked me to ride in the middle so her daughter could have the shoulder belt. I climbed into the cab which had the same cracked and worn tan interior and then moved over to the middle to make room for her daughter who then sat down next to me and buckled the shoulder belt. The lady then told us she needed to go lock up the fellowship hall and would be right back before closing me and her daughter in the cab.

      While me and the girl waited in the truck for the lady to come back, she was telling me about other outreach things her mom handles at the church that she likes and was trying to encourage me to come out and help with some of them. While she kept talking I noticed that something smelled bad. I couldnít decide if it was the interior of the truck that smelled or if the girl had body odor, so I didnít say anything and tried to ignore it.

      Eventually, the lady was getting into the truck and then playing with the key, accelerator, and stick shift trying to get the truck to start just like I always have to when I try to start it in my waking life. While she was fooling with the stick shift, I saw her staring at the floor and then she told me she thought I may have stepped into some poo. I woke up not long after she told me this, really embarrassed that some lady I had just met discovered I stepped in poo.
    8. Dream where I was helping a woman move

      by , 11-08-2020 at 06:05 PM
      I had a dream last night were I was helping a middle aged woman and her daughter move. When the dream started, I was working with 3 college aged guys and was taking stuff from a 3rd floor apartment to an old green box truck from a furniture company that was backed into a parking spot near the building the apartment was in.

      The staircase was really narrow and the 3 other guys were having to spend time figuring out how to get the big stuff down the staircase to the truck. I think they must have been older/stronger than me, because they were handling all of the big stuff like furniture and I was handling smaller stuff like boxes. While the woman wasnít doing much heavy lifting, she was keeping a close eye on us and directing us. At one point, she showed me the boxes that were fragile and told me to wait to move them till she told me it was time. She was an attractive middle aged blonde woman with an athletic body. Her daughter who looked to be about 10-12 years old was small and had darker blonde hair and wore glasses. She was following us and watching closely when we moved her stuff from her room to the truck and then went back to the playground when we were done with her stuff.

      Eventually, the woman told me it was time to move the fragile stuff and to ONLY carry one box at a time. I then spend a long time carrying the boxes to the truck where she carefully placed them in while the guys were struggling with moving her mattress and then a wrap around couch from the 3rd floor apartment to the truck. I was having to use the back staircase so I could stay out of their way, and could see the daughter playing with friends on the playground when walking up and down those stairs.

      Eventually, we had everything out to the truck and the apartment was empty, I found out I was going with the woman and girl to unload the truck while the other 3 guys were done for the day. The woman told me that they had to go and that she had 3 or 4 other guys meeting us at her new place to help me unload. As the woman was getting ready to go back into her apartment to get money to pay the guys, she told me to go ahead and get in the truck and wait for her and reminded me that she was paying me for me time even when I was in the truck. I then said goodbye to the 3 guys I had been working with and then went and got in the cab of the truck.

      Once I got in the cab, I noticed the truck was even older than I had though and look like the interior of a GMC truck from the late 70ís or early 80ís. After I closed the passenger side door, I noticed the cab smelled horrible and the air was getting stale, so I opened it back up.

      While the guys were still standing by their car waiting to be paid, the daughter appeared at the passenger side of the truck and told me to scoot over. I asked if she would rather sit next to her mom and she said no, that she wanted to see out the window an her mommy said she could decide since I was being paid and she wasnít. I reluctantly moved over to the middle seat and then the daughter jumped up into the cab and then sat down in the passenger seat. She immediately closed the door and then buckled her seatbelt. She then told me I needed to buckle-up because her mommy says if the butts on the seat the belt must be buckled.

      Soon the tuck starts to smell again and the girl notices it. I suggest she open the door or window, but she is worried about bugs coming in so I am stuck with the bad smell and stale air. As we wait for her mom, she keeps telling me how excited she is about riding in the truck and that she has never ridden in a big truck before. She was starting to get on my nerves talking about how excited she was about getting to ride in the truck. I turn my head away from her and see the 3 college guys getting in their car and woman walking towards the truck.

      When the woman gets to the truck, she opens the driver side door, puts her purse on the empty driver seat next to me, and then tells us she needs to go turn in her key at the office. She tells us to sit tight and that she will be back as soon as she can and then closes us back in.

      I then have to spend an even longer time in the smelly truck cab with the daughter and try my best to ignore her as her constant talking in getting on my nerves. Eventually, I hear her say here comes mommy and then see her mom walking towards the truck.

      When the woman gets into the driver seat and closes the door she immediately notices that the cab smells like poo and ask me and her daughter if we may have stepped in poo. We both deny it, and I tell her the truck smelled like this before I got in. She tells me to check my shoe because it smelled fine when she picked it up yesterday. I look down and see that there is something on my right shoe and tell the woman and her daughter that I stepped in something.

      The woman then flips out and starts going off about her brother loaning her the truck and how embarrassed she will be if I got any poo on it and that she is worried I may have tracked into her apartment and she will lose her deposit because of it. She becomes paranoid about both of these things and keeps talking about them, while her daughter is telling me how gross it is that I stepped in poo.

      I woke-up from this dream while the woman was going off about be stepping in poo and while I was waiting for she or her daughter to let me out of the truck so I could clean-up my shoe.
    9. Dream where I was working for a catering company with over the top woman

      by , 11-06-2020 at 04:12 AM
      I had a dream last night where I was working for a catering company and was serving as bartender at an event in the back yard of a really nice house. The house was a mansion with a terraced back yard that backed-up to a large lake or a river. I was working at the party with an athletic middle aged lady with shoulder length blonde hair and girl in her late teens or early twenties who had long blond hair that was pulled into a pony tail. The middle aged lady was in charge of the even and the girl who was her daughter was taking turns passing around finger food on a tray and then going back around and picking up empty plates and glasses. Sometimes she would also come-up to the bar where I was working and get a fresh drink for guests with empty glasses. I think the dream was set in the present time because the woman, girl, and me were all wearing masks and the party was outdoors and everyone was practicing social distancing.

      The house and yard that backed-up to the water were beautiful and well maintained. I do not know whose house it was, but the yard looked like the grounds you would see at a palace. There was a boat house and dock that went out into the water at the end of the back yard and there were some really nice boats that were tied to it. While working at the bar, I would see guests to the party come and go in boats sometimes.

      While I was tending the bar, I would see the woman walking around keeping an eye on everything and putting food out for the guests to eat. Sometimes I would see her keeping an eye on me. A few times she would come behind the bar when no-one was waiting for a drink to let me know things I was doing that she didnít like and I needed to improve on. Sometimes she would come to have me make a drink for a guest. She definitely seemed to have very high expectations and seemed a little difficult to work for.

      When the party was over, I got to go into the house to take things from the kitchen back to a green 1980ís Silverado with a camper top with the catering company log on it was parked in a remote corner near a utility building out of site from the mansion and grounds where the party had been. The house was one of the nicest I had ever been in with everything inside of it super nice and expensive looking. It looked like the inside of a mansion you would pay to take a tour of. Whenever I was in the house, the woman or girl always seemed to be nearby and made sure I was sticking to the task at hand and not looking around.

      When we had everything out of the house and back in the truck, the lady told me to go ahead and get in the cab since I didnít have anything else to do and she didnít want me standing around. I open the passenger side door and sit down on the brown vinyl bench seat and then roll down the window and take off my mask because it is a little stuffy in the truck.

      Not long after I start looking at my cell phone, the blonde girl is at the passenger side door. She tells me to scoot over to the middle and then opens the door and sits down in the passenger seat. As soon as she closes the door, she quickly rolls-up the window I and opened and then tells me to put on my mask and then tells me to buckle-up as she puts on her seat belt. I pick-up my phone to look at it, and girl tells me I need to keep it in my pocket and tells me that I need to sit-up strait and keep my hands in my lap like she is doing. I guess this is my first time working an event for them, because the girl is explaining to me how her mother expects us to act when we are waiting for her in the truck. She tells me that when we are waiting in the truck after an event that her mom expects us to sit up strait and stay still and look strait ahead because she wants us to look professional in case anyone sees us. She says we all have to keep our masks on whenever we are on the location where an even takes place incase someone sees us.

      After we have been waiting for a few more minutes, I ask her why it is taking her mom so long to load everything back in the truck. She tells me she and her mom finished loading the truck before she got in with me and that her mom has gone back to talk with the hosts and make sure nothing was left behind. She tells me we probably wonít be going anywhere anytime soon because her mom usually spends at least 10-20 minutes with them and making sure everything has been cleaned-up. I start to slump down in the seat and the blond girl nudges me with her hand and tells me I need to sit up strait. I then turn my head towards to passenger side window to see if I can see what her mom is doing and she reminds me I need to be looking strait ahead. I them just focus on the water a few hundred yards in front of us wile the girl and I carry on a conversation and she gives me a heads-up about other things her mother will expect from me and keeps talking about other employees who either left or were fired because they didnít meet her mother expectations. Whenever I am not sitting up strait or looking strait ahead, the blonde girl corrects me.

      After we have been waiting in the cab for a really long time, her mother is finally opening the driver side door. I turn to look at her, and she tells me I need to just look strait ahead. I look towards her again when she is trying to start the truck, and she reminds me that I need to look strait ahead and sit up strait until we are out of there driveway. When she gets the tuck started and is putting it in gear, she reminds both me and her daughter that we need to look strait ahead until we are out of the driveway. She says she knows we want to look at the house and grounds while we are driving out, but she is afraid the hosts might see us starting and gawking.

      I have to resist the temptation to look around during the drive out their really long driveway and not turn to look at the house or fountains and statues in the front yard. When we get to the end of the driveway, she reminds us both to keep looking strait ahead and then makes a left turn onto the road. After we get to the end of the road and make a right turn onto the next road, she tells us we can now take our masks off and look wherever we want. The daughter quickly takes her mask off and I take mine off right afterwards while the woman keeps hers on since she is driving. When she gets to a stop sign, she takes her mask off and then tells us that she will find a place to stop so she can get some gas and we can use the bathroom and stretch since we have a long drive ahead of us. As she keeps driving, she is telling us that the hosts seemed really happy with how the event went and thank us for both for working hard and making sure that the guests and hosts were well taken care of. She then told me that the hosts had mentioned to her that several people told them I made great drinks and she was happy to have me on their team. As the woman kept driving, I saw there were communities with golf courses on both sides of the road. I figured we were getting closer to town and a bathroom and stretch break.

      When we got to a red light, the woman put the truck in park and then leaned over me and her daughter to pull a map out of the glove box. When the light turned green, she went through it and then pulled off the side of the road to look more closely at the map. I asked if she needed me to get her directions on my phone and she told me she was old school and like using a map. When done studying it, she leaned back over me to put in back in the glove box. After she was done, she sniffed around the interior of the truck and then told me and her daughter that she thought she smelled poo and told us to check our shoes. I looked down at my black shoes and saw that I had stepped in something.

      I held off on saying anything until I heard her daughter say ďnot meĒ. I then reluctantly told her I had stepped in something. She then groaned really loud and started interrogating me. She asked me if I had checked me shoes before going into the house. When I told her no, she asked me the last time I knew my shoes were clean. When I told her I hadnít looked at them since getting to the event, she slammed the truck in drive and speed to the first empty parking lot she could find lecturing me on how irresponsible it was not to be checking my shoe and the I should have known to always check them before going into someoneís house.

      When she found a parking lot, she speed into a parking place and then slammed the tuck in park and turned it off. She told me she had to call the hosts to make sure no one had tracked into their house and that she would have to pay to clean anything I tracked on. As she was getting out, I started to undo my seatbelt to get out and clean my shoe when she snapped ďstayĒ and then slammed her door shut.

      As I watched her pacing around the parking lot and taking on the phone, her daughter was taking her turn lecturing me about how irresponsible I was not to check my shoes and that she couldnít believe I was that careless when we were working at such a nice house with expensive things. She also suddenly noticed how bad the truck smelled and was telling me how gross it was that she was having to smell it.

      I woke-up from this dream while the woman was still pacing around talking on her phone, not knowing if I had tracked anything into the mansion or if I was in the clear.
    10. Dream where I was riding in the Junior High carpool from hell

      by , 11-04-2020 at 03:51 AM
      I had a dream last night that was set at my junior high school where I think I was in junior high.

      It is the end of the school day and I am waiting for my carpool ride to come and pick me up but I donít see the car I am expecting anywhere in the line of cars. Soon a fat girl with really long brown hair is coming towards me. She says she has been looking all over for me and reminds me that today is the day her little sister has brownie scouts and her mom is already here.

      We walk towards a sport field where a bunch of girls in brownie scout uniforms are playing different games. She walks up to a really big leady who also has dark hair and tell her she has found me and then asks for the keys. The woman who I figure is her mother hands her the keys and then she leads me into the parking lot and then toward a really big 1980ís general motors station wagon that is white with wood trim. When we get to the passenger side door, she unlocks it and tells me we are both riding up front and that I am sitting in the middle as she points to the dark brown bench seat.

      After I get in, she tells me she needs to take the keys back to her mom and then leaves me in the station wagon by myself. While I am waiting alone in the old station wagon, I notice something really stinks but figure it is just the station wagon since it is old and the interior is dirty.

      Soon I see the fat girl walking back towards the station wagon. When she gets to the passenger side door, she opens it up and then tells me that I need to go ahead and buckle-up because her mom expects everyone to put their seatbelt on as soon as they get in the car. She then sits down in the passenger seat to my right, buckles her seatbelt, and then closes the passenger side door.

      When then spend a long time waiting in the station wagon wile her sister and her friends are still running around on the field. It is not very comfortable waiting with her. Even though the station wagon is really big, the girl is fat and her fat body is pressing up against me.

      Eventually, I see her mom leading 5 girls in their brownie uniforms towards to station wagon. One of the girls is chubby and has dark hair and I figure that is the little sister of the girl sitting beside me. When they get to the station wagon, the mom opens the back door and the fat sister and two of her friends sit down there and then she opens the back gate and the other two girls sit down in the jump seat in the way back. The mom reminds everyone to buckle-up and then closes the tail gate and back door and then goes to talk to another mother who is already in the driver seat of a minivan filled with brownie scouts.

      While she is talking to her friend, all of the little girls start singing songs they had learned that day and the fat girl beside me then joins in with them. I cannot decide if is it worse having to be pressed up against the fat girl or having to listen to all of then sing annoying songs.

      While we are still waiting for the mother to get in, one of the girls in the backseat notices something smells after they have finished another really annoying song. The 5 girls in the back seat and way back all talk about the smell and decide it is me since I am the only boy in the car and boys smell. They all then start singing the jingle bells song saying that I smell. The fat girl sitting to my right starts laughing when they sing it and eventually starts singing it with them. I try to tell them that it isnít me, that it smelled when I got in but they keep singing the song and getting on my nerves.

      Finally, I hear the minivan start-up and then move forward out of the parking space. I then see the big woman go over and check on two brownie scouts who are still waiting for their ride and then stays with them until someone comes to pick them up and talks with the driver of the car for a few minutes. When the car drives away, she is finally walking towards the station wagon we are all waiting in. The five girls in the back are now getting on my nerves doing who stole the cookies from the cookie jar and getting on my nerves even more when one of them says I stole the cookies and I have to join in.

      When she gets to the driver side of the station wagon, she opens the driver side door and then plops down in the driver seat to my left. I have to move my body closer to her daughter so she can have enough room to get in. When she closes her door, I am squished between the fat mother and daughter. Both of them are pressed-up against me and I have no personal space because they are both fat. The mother talks to all the girls to decide the order for dropping everyone off and I am about to die when she talks because her breath is really bad and my nose is right by her. I know that regardless of the order she drops everyone off, I will be stuck in the middle of the front seat between then until the very end since they live across the street from me.

      When I am about at my wits end having the fat woman talk to the girls and breath in my face, she finally puts the keys in the ignition. At first the station wagon doesnít want to start, but after spending a few minutes pumping the accelerator and turning the key the fat woman gets it started and we pull out of the parking lot. There is a New Kids tape playing in the tape deck and the fat girl sitting next to me and the 5 girls in the back all sing along with the tape while I ride in misery and really wish I had a Walkman so I can tune them all out.

      After a couple of songs, we are at the end of the tape. The 5 girls in the back start singing another brownie song with the fat woman who is driving while the fat girl in the passenger seat leans forward and looks though the glove box for a new tape to put in the tap deck. As she is in front of me taking the New Kids tape out of the tap deck, I see her pause and sniff and then look down at my feet on the floorboard. She then loudly tells everyone that I have stepped in doggie doo. The five girls in the back immediately stop singing and start saying different rhymes about me stepping in doodoo and then start singing the jingle bells song again while I just want out of the car. When we get to a stop light, the fat woman sitting next to me gets in my face and starts getting after me for not being more careful watching where is was stepping and for getting doggie doo in her car while her nasty breath is torturing my noise.

      When the light finally turns green, the station wagon stalls out and the fat lady keeps turning the key and pumping on the accelerator but cannot get the car to stay running. I woke up from the dream while she was trying to get it started a people behind us were honking because the light was green but she wasnít moving.
    11. Dream where I was trick or treating with a fat girl and fat woman

      by , 11-01-2020 at 03:52 PM
      I had a dream last night where it was Halloween and I was trick or treating. I was dressed-up as a football player and was wearing a helmet and shoulder pads. I was going to houses with a girl who was probably 11 or 12 years old and was fat with shoulder length brown hair and was dressed as a princess. Her mother was with us as well and was really fat and had long curly brown hair. They were not people I know I my waking life. We were trick or treating in a really big subdivision where there were lots of houses closer together.

      We kept going door to door and getting lots of candy. The girls mother was definitely in charge and was telling us what to do and also kept telling me to make sure that her daughter was getting candy when we were walking to the door in big crowds. She was really concerned for some reason that people would not see her daughter and give her candy if we were in a crowd. As we were walking around, the mother would grab me by the arm and get in my face if I did something she did not like. She was definitely a redneck and also a chain smoker. She seemed to smoke one cigarette after another as we walked around.

      As we are walking around, I keep seeing people I went to high school with out trick or treating in their costumes. They all look like I remember them looking when I was in high school in my waking life. When I see them, they know me and I know them. I found this part of the dream really odd since I do not know who the woman and girl I am walking around with are and the neighborhood I am walking around

      After we had gone up and down all of the streets, the girls mother told us it was time to go. She then led us to a small red 1980ís Toyota pickup truck with a black camper top that was parked on the street. When we got there she fished out her keys and then unlocked and opened the passenger side door and then told me to give her my helmet and bag of candy so she can put them in the back. I stand off to the side so the fat girl could get in the truck since she was shorter than me, but her mom grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward the truck and told me I was sitting in the middle because it could mess up her daughters princess dress.

      I get in the truck and scoot across the light brown vinyl bench seat to the middle so the girl can get into the passenger seat. Her mother then reaches in and puts the lap belt around my waist and gripes about having to buckle me in herself while she tightens it. The fat girl then sits down in the passenger seat and her mother carefully buckles her in to make sure the shoulder belt doesnít mess-up her dress and lets her have a few pieces of candy before taking her candy bag and then slamming the passenger side door shut.

      The girl and I wait in the truck while she puts my helmet and our candy bags in the back and then stands in front of the truck and smokes a few more cigarettes. I notice something smells horrible in the truck but figure it is either that the truck smells since it is old or that the fat girl has body odor. It is not comfortable in the truck with the girl because I have my legs on a hump straddling the stick shift and the truck cab is small and the girl is fat and her body is pressed against me.

      Finally the fat woman is opening the driver side door and getting into the driver seat. She is really fat and I have to move my body towards the fat girl to make room for her so she can close her door. I am now squished between the fat woman and the fat girl. Both of their bodies are pressed against mine and it is really uncomfortable. The fat woman also reeks of the all of the cigarettes that she was smoking while we were trick or treating. When she talks to the girl and I, I can smell the cigarettes on her breath and it is disgusting.

      Eventually, the woman turns the keys to start-up the truck but it is really hard to start and she gets more and more agitated each time she turns the key and it doesnít start-up. While she is trying to start it, the fat girl leans in towards me to see what is going on and bumps into me which causes my foot to get knocked off the hump and brush against the fat womanís leg. She looks down and then grabs my arm and gets in my face because I stepped in dog shit and got it over her leg. I woke up from this dream with the fat woman having her face right in front of mine screaming at me and spitting in my face because I stepped in dog shit and got in on her leg and on her truck. I woke-up from this dream while she was still grabbing me and screaming at me and when I woke up was afraid she may have started hitting me if the dream had continued much longer because she was really angry and only getting angrier the longer she screamed at me.
    12. Dream where I was at a Halloween Party with two sisters

      by , 10-31-2020 at 03:29 PM
      I had a dream where it was my first fall in a new town and was at a Halloween Party out in the country with two sisters who were my neighbors. The older girl was a senior in high school and was dressed as a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader and had a really nice body and long blonde hair. The younger girl was a freshman in high school and was dressed as a redneck and had light brown hair that she had in pig tails, she was cute but not as hot as her older sister who I was definitely interested in.

      While at the party, I kept trying to stay within site of the older sister and got to meet several of her friends. I think I must have been a junior in high school because when she introduced me to her friends, she kept telling me I was a year behind them. Sometimes, the younger sister would come and find me and pull me away to come and be with her. I think that she may have been interested in me like I was interested in her sister because she kept wanting my attention like I wanted her hot sisters attention. Whenever she would start talking to some of her friends, I would break away and go find her older sister. This cycle repeated several times where I would be with the older sister, the younger sister would find me an pull me away, and then I would break away and find the older sister again.

      When the party was over, I followed the girls to a brown 1970ís Ford pickup that had been restored. When we got to the truck, the older girl pulled out her keys and then unlocked the passenger side door so me and her sister could get in. I stood off to the side so her younger sister could get in, but they said they wanted me to ride in the middle between them because they both wanted to sit next to me. I figured that if the older girl wanted me to ride next to her, then she must be interested in me as well. I got into the cab first and moved over to the middle seat and then the younger sister got into the passenger seat and closed the door.

      I talked with the younger girl for a minute or two and then looked over toward the driver seat and noticed that the older sister I was really interested in had not gotten in yet and was not anywhere near the driver side door outside. I then looked through the windshield and saw her about 50 yards in front of the truck talking to a group of other guys and girls she had introduced me to earlier who were all seniors in high school. I looked closer and saw that she was with 5 guys and 4 other girls. As I was starting at them, I saw the girl hugging one of the guys and then twirling her blonde hair while the talked and started to get concerned that maybe they were a couple.

      As I continued to start at them, I felt someone tapping my ribs and turned to see the younger sister in the passenger seat trying to get my attention. I turned to her and asked where her sister was, and she told me she was hanging out with her boyfriend and it could be a while. She then nudged me again and said that meant that just meant that the longer she was with him, the more time we had to hang out together. She said her sister only wanted me to ride in the middle so I would stay in the cab with her.

      I had a really sinking feeling of defeat when she said this and did not enjoy being stuck in the cab taking with a girl who was two years younger than me whose idea of a relationship was different that I was wanting. While she kept talking and carrying on a conversation, I kept looking through the windshield at the older sister and her friends who were having fun hanging out and was so jealous of them.

      Finally, I saw the friends start to move in different directions and then saw the hot older sister give her boyfriend a long hug before he walk away with some of his friends and she turned to walk back toward to truck where we were waiting. I am sure I was starting at her as she walked back towards us in the cheerleader outfit with her blonde hair blowing in the wind.

      When she got to the truck, she opened the driver side door and then sat down next to me. As she closed her door, she said she hope we had fun hanging out and that we didnít do anything naughty she would have to tell her mom and mine as she laughed. She and her sister talked for a few minutes, but it was like I didnít exist and she didnít her anything I said when I tried to join the conversation. It was pretty clear she had no interest for me and had just invited me to the party because her little sister liked me and she figured I would be someone for her to hang out with so she could spend more time with her boyfriend.

      Eventually, the girls stopped talking and the older sister put the keys in the ignition. As she was doing this she stopped and turned her head in my direction and started sniffing. She then said she though that truck smelled like shit and asked if either of us may have stepped in dog shit. When we both said we didnít think so, she turned on the interior light and said we should all do a shoe check. As I was bending down to check my shoes, I hear the older sister say it wasnít her and then saw her turn to me and tell me I had stepped in shit. She then started telling me it was super disgusting and asked how I didnít notice it while I was in her truck. It was clear she was not happy with me doing that.

      I woke-up from this dream really embarrassed that the hot girl I was interested in and discovered I had stepped in dog shit and paranoid that both girls probably though I was gross and an idiot.
    13. Dream where I was in a car driving to the mountains with college aged couples

      by , 10-30-2020 at 03:17 AM
      I had a dream last night where I was riding in an old Jeep Wagoneer like my parents had when I was a child with 3 girls and 2 guys who were all in their early 20ís. I am not sure if we were wrapping-up our time in college or if we had already graduated and were getting away for the weekend.

      When the dream started, I was in the middle of the front seat riding between a tall girl with shoulder length dark brown hair who was driving and a short girl with long red hair who was riding by the window. I remember both girls were wearing jeans, brown knee boots, and leather jackets. In the back seat were two tall guys who were each riding by the window and a shorter girl riding between them right behind me. I had a 24 ounce can of beer between my legs that I was sipping on as was everyone one else in the Jeep except the dark hair girl that was driving us. We are driving down the interstate and mountains are in view in the windshield.

      As we are getting closer to the mountains, the driver turns off of the interstate and then pulls into a gas station. The guy sitting behind the driver seat gets out to pump gas and the girl driving gets out to be with him, while the guy sitting on the passenger side and the girl sitting in the middle go into get some beer and snacks. I start to undo my seatbelt to get out as well, but the redhead sitting on my right puts her arm around me and says I am staying with her. I figure the driver and guy sitting behind her must be a couple because they are hugging on each other and the guy behind her and the girl next to him must be a couple as well since they are walking arm and arm. I have never seen any of them before, but figure the redhead invited me on the trip since she seems to know everyone else and is trying to snuggle with me. While we are in the Wagoneer by ourselves, she is keeping her arm around me and wanting to snuggle. I can tell by the way she is talking that she is starting to get a little tipsy and can smell the beer on her breath when she cuddles with me. As we wait, she starts getting more and more flirty and is grabbing onto me stronger as she keeps cuddling with me.

      The guy and girl that went into the store come back first with a few cases of beer and a few bags of snacks. After the are in, the girl reaches her hand into a bag and pulls out two 24 ounce beers and says we look thirsty as she hands them to me and the redhead. I put mine between my legs and quickly finish off the last few sips of the open one I was working on. About the time I finish, the driver and her boyfriend are opening their doors and getting back in. As she is sitting down in the driver seat, she sees the redhead and I both have empty beer cans and grabs them from us and gets back out to throw them away. She then asks he boyfriend if they have any empties and then takes the empty cans from him and throws them away before getting back in the driver seat and starting up the Wagoneer and pulling away from the gas pump.

      As we are getting close to the mountains, I can see that it is fall as the leaves have turned and are in peak color. The redhead puts her arm around me and pulls me towards her with a really strong grip and tells me how beautiful she the trees look as I can smell the beer on her breath. She lets go of me to take a few sips of beer and I open the fresh can between my legs and take a few sips as the dark haired girl pays attention to the road while the redhead puts her head on my shoulder.

      Soon we are climbing up the mountain and the road is getting windy. The road makes a sharp left turn, the redhead falls on me and shouts Opportunity Corner and then grabs me tight and cuddles with me. Then the road makes a sharp right turn and my body falls on the redhead and she shouts Opportunity Corner again and grabs me tight and snuggles with me again. As we continue to drive up the mountain anytime we make a sharp turn, the redhead shouts Opportunity Corner and the grabs me and cuddles with me.

      As we keep driving up the mountain, the redhead keep grabbing me with an increasingly stronger grip and cuddling longer each time we go around a curve as she is getting more and more tipsy. While her opportunity corner game was cute at first, it is getting more annoying each time we go around a curve and she does it. I look over at the dark haired girl in the driver seat to my left and can tell she is also stating to get annoyed with having to listen to the redhead scream each time we go around a curve. I try to tell the redhead that maybe she should stop playing this game, but she grabs me and pulls me towards her and says she loves cuddling with me. I eventually woke up from this dream while we were still driving up the mountain on a never ending road and the redhead was cuddling with me anytime we went around a curve and getting on everyoneís nerves including mine.
    14. Dream about my mother refusing to get rid of my father's stuff

      by , 09-13-2020 at 04:28 PM
      I had a dream last night that seemed to be set in the current time. When the dream started, my sister and I were in my momís house and were taking stuff that had belong to my father that my mom had been hanging onto out of the house and loading it into the back of a pick-up truck that had been rented from U-Haul. We were working on cleaning-out closets that in current waking life are still full of stuff that belonged to him as well as going through dressers and pulling out clothes that could be donated to charity. My mom was in the house while we were taking stuff out of the truck, but wasnít helping us with taking things out to the truck and sometimes would intercept me or my sister and question why we were getting rid of things rather than keeping them at her house. We kept trying to explain to her that it would be best to donate whatever we were carrying out at the time so that someone in need could use them rather than having them collect dust in the house. Most of them time, we were able to convince mom it was for the best to put the stuff in the truck to be donated rather than to hang onto it, but there was some stuff that mom was adamant that we hang onto.

      Eventually, me and my sister had the bed of the truck loaded as full as it could be and were ready to take the load to a local charity to donate it. When we told mom that the truck was full of stuff, she told us to go ahead and get in the truck and that she would be out in a few minutes.

      My sister and I then walked out of momís house to the new pick-up truck that had the U-Haul logo on it. When we got to the passenger side door, I opened it up and then stood off to the side so my sister could get in first. She didnít take the hint and stood by the back of the truck. When I pointed to the bench seat, she told me it was her day to choose her seat and she wanted the window so I needed to sit in the middle. I get in the truck and put the grey lap and shoulder belt on and then my sister gets and buckled-up after closing her door.

      Me and my sister then spend a long time in the cab of the truck waiting for mom to come out and drive us to take the stuff to donate. While we are waiting, my sister starts talking about our father and then starts trying to get me to share my feelings and talk about how I am doing dealing with things. I really do not want to talk about this as it is still too soon. As she keeps talking about this, her breath keeps getting worse and worse and is really overpowering and unpleasant to smell. I keep trying to change the subject, but she is fixated on talking about this so I am stuck listening to her talk about this and having to smell her breath. I stop responding to her, but she keep trying to get me to share my feelings and I keep having to smell her breath.

      Eventually, we see mom walking out of the house and towards the truck. Rather than going to the driver side and getting I, she makes a beeline to the bed of the truck and starts going through the stuff that my sister and I have loaded in the bed while we sit in the cab and wait for her to get in. I see her take a handful of stuff from the bed of the truck back into the house. She does this several more times. Since the truck has electric windows, my sister and I cannot roll them down to try to stop mom and are stuck watching her take stuff we had loaded into the truck back into the house. While mom is doing this, my sister stops fixating on getting me to share my feelings on our fathers passing and we start taking about how frustrated we both are that it is so difficult getting mom to let go of anything. As we keep talking, my sisters breath no-longer smells really bad and I am able to have a conversation with her without even noticing it. The wait also doesnít seem as bad as it did earlier in the dream since we are talking though things I find important.

      While we are still talking, my sister elbows me and tells me mom is locking up the house and about to get into the truck and we need to stop talking about her. I then turn my head and see mom walking towards the cab of the truck and then unlocking and opening the driver side door. She then sits down in the driver seat on my left side and then closes her door.

      While mom is working on getting the mirrorís adjusted, she accuses my sister and I of trying to get rid of some of our fatherís stuff without asking her permission. As she keeps complaining to use, I notice her breath is even worse than my sisters was earlier in the dream. Mom keeps voicing her displeasure to use for several more minutes after she has the mirrors adjusted.

      Eventually, she is done with her lecture and turns the key to start the truck. The battery sounds really weak and after a few cranks is completely dead. We all 3 get out of the truck and then mom decides this is some kind of sign that she is not supposed to get rid of dadís stuff and tells my sister and I to take everything back into the house and put it where we found it. Both me and my sister have a really defeated feeling know that all of our work to go through our fatherís stuff and get it donated to those who could use it was all for nothing and we now have to waste our time putting everything back in the house. I woke up from this dream while me and my sister were trying to talk mom into letting us donate some of the stuff that none of us would ever need and mom being insistent that we put it back where we found it.

      I think this dream was definitely related to some real life frustration I am feeling with my mother hording all of my fathers stuff and refusing to deal with donating it to those who could really use it, especially in the current time when there are so many people in need.
    15. Continuation of the Music Festival dream from night before last

      by , 08-27-2020 at 04:23 AM
      I had a couple different dream fragments last night that were a continuation of the dream I had the night before where I was volunteering at the music festival with Kim and Tiffany.

      The first dream started with me and Tiffany loading sandbags into the back of the old white half ton truck while Kim was pacing around talking on her phone. As we continued to grab sandbags and load them in the back of the truck, Kim got off a phone call and made a beeline to the back of the truck. She took a look and told us that we had loaded too many and needed to take about 20 back to the warehouse.

      I tried to explain to Kim that I didnít see anything wrong with having some extras incase we needed them, but she was adamant that she didnít want to have to deal with unloading anymore than were necessary when they brought them back after the festival.

      Me and Tiffany took 5 trips bringing sandbags from the truck back to the warehouse while Kim watched. After we were had taken the 20 extra sand bags back, Kim decided we were short 12. While we were bringing them back out to the truck to the warehouse, Kim got another call but paced around near the truck. When she felt like we had the right number in the truck, she told us we were good and to get back in the truck.

      When we got back to the passenger side of the truck, I opened the passenger side door an stepped back and pointed to the brown vinyl bench seat. Tiffany blushed and worked up the courage to meekly ask me if I minded sitting in the middle again. I climb in and scoot over to the middle seat where I am straddling the stick shift. Tiffany then gets into the passenger seat and them immediately rolls up the window after closing her door. She then leans in closer to me and blushes again as she thanks me and tells me that she if kind of freaked-out by Kim. She explains that she rolled-up her window because she didnít want Kim to hear us if we were talking about her.

      As Kim continues to pace around the parking lot while talking on her phone, Tiffany asks me if I have ever worked with Kim before. When I tell her no, she starts asking about other events I volunteer at and I tell her all about the Fall Street Festival. She asks some questions about it and says she will try to get some friends to come an help volunteer there with her next year.

      While I am telling Tiffany more about the festival and other volunteer opportunities she should consider, I hear her groan and then see Kim if off her phone and walking towards the driver side door. She climbs in and sits down in the empty driver seat to my left. Thankfully this is a really big old truck that could probably hold another person or two in the cab so I have plenty of room even though Kim is a large woman and Tiffany could stand to lose 5-10 pounds. Kim is telling us everyone want to talk with her as she puts the truck key in the ignition. Before she turns it, I hear her say damnit and then tell us she forget to close the warehouse. She takes the keys out of the ignition and goes to lock it up.

      Me and Tiffany just look at each other and shake our heads after Kim gets back out. We both cannot believe we got coaxed into working with this crazy lady. While we are waiting for Kim to get back in, I hear my phone ding and check it to see a text from my girlfriend asking ďR U OKĒ. I text her back to let her know that I have gone with a crazy lady to get sandbags and hope to be back in time to stop by to check on her before I start my shift checking idís.

      Tiffany then asks who I am texting and I tell her itís my girlfriend who is also volunteering. She rolls her eyes and says ďohĒ as she moves closer towards the window away from me. I ask her is she has is dating anyone. She blushes again and twists her dark blonde hair for several seconds. She then starts to get a little emotional and tells me that her boyfriend broke-up with her a few weeks ago. She tells me she though he was the one and has been taking it really hard. She said that she thought volunteering today would be a good way to meet new people and get her mind off of this. I tell her I am sorry to hear she is going though this and I know she will find the right one when the time is right.

      Things are starting to get a little awkward with Tiffany now that she knows I have a girlfriend and that she has told me she just went through a break-up. I turn my head away from her and see Kim getting off a phone call and then walking toward the truck. When Tiffany sees her, she shakes her head and says ďhere comes crazyĒ.

      Kim opens the driver side door again and climbs back into the drivers seat. As she is putting the key back in the ignition, she tells me and Tiffany that we are going to need to make a detour. That she just got a call and we need to go to the airport to pick ups some trunks that just got in for a band playing later today. As she says this, I have a bad feeling that it could be a scary ride to the airport since we will be going on the interstate and Kim was scary driving on city roads.

      I turn to look at Tiffany, and she is rolling her eyes and shaking her head. We communicate non-verbally though facial expressions while Kim gets ready to start the truck and we let each other know we are terrified about riding to the airport with Kim. I am tying out a not on my phone to show Tiffany asking if we should try to get Kim to take us back to the festival when I hear Kim shout ďdamnitĒ and then ďwhy in the hell wonít this stupid truck startĒ. Both me and Tiffany and I turn to see Kim pumping the accelerator and turning the key and getting nothing but a buzzing sound. As both of us are watching Kim get frustrated and pound the dash and shout ďdamnitĒ each time the truck doesnít start, I remember one time I had the same problem at the Fall Festival because the truck was out of gear. I after another failed crank, I ask Kim if she has the truck in neutral. She looks at the stick shift between my legs and then shakes her head in disbelief. She then puts it in neutral and the truck starts right up.

      As Kim is pulling out of the parking lot, Tiffany elbows me in the ribs. When I turn to look at her, she is shaking her head and giving me a why did you just do that look. I wanted to tell her because I didnít know how much longer I could deal with Kim shouting damnit in my ear. Tiffany just shook her head and rolled her eyes. When I turned away from Tiffany, I saw we were at a light getting ready to turn onto the interstate.

      Things got really scary quickly. First Kim started yelling and screaming because an 18 wheeler did not move over a lane to give her more room to merge in. Once she got onto the interstate, she had terrible road rage and merged to the left as soon as she could to try to pass the truck. She did not have a prayer at getting the old truck up to enough speed to pass that truck, but stayed in the left lane for what seemed like forever when cars were passing us from the right side. She was honking and screaming at them. While still in the left lane going less than 55mph, her phone rang and she grabbed it to take the call. She almost hit the concrete barrier in the middle and then overcorrected and almost hit an 18 wheeler passing us on our right. I woke up from this dream in a panic as she overcorrected again and was heading strait for the barrier in the median.


      The second dream I had was much shorter and ended early because my alarm went off. When this dream started, I was still in the middle seat of the truck with Kim to my left driving and Tiffany to my right in the passenger seat. We were off of the interstate and waiting at a traffic light near the airport.

      As we got closer to the air cargo pick-up area, I noticed Kim was in the wrong lane and suggested she move over to the right lane. She told me she had been here many times and knew where she was going. When we go to the air-cargo sign, there was a car in the right lane blocking us from making the turn. Kim blared on her horn and started screaming and getting spit on me. She was not able to turn in, so we had to make a loop around the airport and then try again.

      When Kim got to the parking lot of the air cargo building, she parked the truck in a parking spot and cut it off. She told me and Tiffany to sit tight when I asked if she needed us to help load the truck. She then left us to go into the air cargo building.

      Now that Kim was out of the truck, me and Tiffany were taking about how crazy the ride to the airport was and how bad of a driver Kim was. Tiffany moved closer to me and put her arm around me and said she had to hug me since we survived the ride with Kim to the airport. She said she had never been so scared riding with someone.

      As Tiffany continued invade my space and talk about the ride we had just been on, I heard my phone ding again and saw it was a text from my girlfriend asking ďWhere R UĒ. I replied that I was at the airport waiting in the truck for crazy lady. She texted me back ďWTFĒ. When Tiffany saw me texting she meekly asked if it was my girlfriend again. When I told her yes, she leaned into me and said she would like to meet her and asked if I would take her by to meet her when we got back. I heard my phone ding again while Tiffany was talking and saw a text asking ďAnyone else with you allĒ.

      As Tiffany continued to talk about wanting to meet my girlfriend and talking about the ride we had just been on, I was trying to think of the best way to tell her that a college student was waiting in the truck with me. I knew that if I told my girlfriend I was with Tiffany I should definitely bring her by to meet her so she could see that while Tiffany was kind of cute she wasnít my type and not a threat.

      As I was picking-up my phone to text her that I was with a college student that I would bring by to meet her, my phone started vibrating a making a buzzing sound. I looked at caller id and saw it was her calling. As Tiffany was asking if it was my girlfriend calling me, I woke-up from the dream to discover the buzzing sound my phone was making was actually my alarm clock waking me up for the day.
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