Another rewind moment. This dream was recorded about a year ago or more. I came across it while looking in my poety file. Yes, I'm twisted, I like it that way. Anyway the dream....
I was at a holiday get together, like Thanksgiving or something. It was being held at a local church basement. My mother came out and informed me that in order to finish making the mashed potatoes, she needed milk and three pieces of string. So, some guy and myself left on the quest for the milk and string. I made a big deal out of the fact that she needed milk. I was perfectly ok with her needing string, but the milk just confused me. So, we get in the car and i look up, and a very dark cloud started to fall over a picnic table. I thought it was a tornado, but it was clearly just some thick clouds in a very narrow funnel like shape. They came down and touched the top of the picnic table, then raised up just a bit. I panicked. I ran around and gathered all the kids that were playing nearby and screamed for everyone to take cover. They all ran to the basement of this church and then i just walked back to the car to get string and milk. Turns out, every business in town was out of milk. So I drive out of town and end up at my own home.
(then my dream shifts)
I decide to go to a nearby town to go swimming in the indoor pool. But, i dont feel like driving, so i walk. 20 miles, one way...I walk. So i get about 30 feet from the door of the swimming pool, when i realize, i dont have my suit with me. Nothing to swim in. Nor do i have on normal shoes. I am wearing ballet slippers, and have just walked 20 miles in them, and it shows. They are kinda ragged and worn from rocks and hard pavement, starting to fall apart. So, i decide to take a walk in the park not too far away since i wont be swimming. I reach the park and am thinking as i walk, thinking how i wish i would have driven here, because these ballet slippers probably wont make it all the way home, and ill be walking barefoot. I see a shortcut and take that, knowing it will bring me through a section of the park that i know well. the spot that i always write in. So im walking through this wooded area, and i look to my left to glance at my writing spot, and i see two semi-trucks and trailers parked, in MY spot, which is impossible, that kind of vehicle wouldnt fit there, but i was upset, and prepared to say something about it. It was then that i noticed the men. There was a mini camp site set up, and there was a pink trailer home there too. All these men, kinda dirty, scruffy men, were there and talking and laughing and drinking themselves silly. So, i figured it best to just keep moving and ignore the truck in my spot, surely it belonged to one of them. I kept walking, focused on the wooden bridge that lead me out of this area of the park. I tried to ignore it, but i could see some of the men approaching me with lewd catcalls. One of them grabbed me, and was rather dirty and drunk, kept asking what i was doing there, and saying things like "you are just asking for it arent you baby? you want this? i bet you do"..and licking my face. I was disgusted with him, and i made a note that his shoes didnt match. I was even more upset about his lack of fashion then his grossly abusive behavior. So i start screaming for help and for someone to call the police. I look up and notice one man, shaking his head in disbelief (sympathetic) and walk into the pink trailer. I point and tell my wannabe-rapist .."look, he is going in to call the police, now let me go!".. and to my amazment, he did! I got up and all but one of the men walked back to the camp. I brushed myself off and looked at the remaining man standing there. He was so young, maybe 19 or so. I walked over to him, he looked sad, like he was crying. I touched his chin and smiled, i said to him.. "Never abuse a female, okay honey?"...he smiled and said ok. Then i kissed his forehead, then turned and started walking back on my way again.
(dream switch again)
I am in a pickup, black. Im riding in the back of it and behind it is a flatbed trailer that we are pulling. I know there is a man driving, but i dont know him. There is a little boy with me, not sure who he is, he is calling me "mom" but he isnt my son. There is another woman sitting with me and the boy in the back of the truck. On the trailer we are pulling with the truck, is about 5 men, all friends or family, not sure. They are sitting on some couch arrangement or something on the trailer. A car behind us turns to the right, which i know is to the North, and this boy says.."where are they going?"..i said they were hungry and getting something to eat. so this boy starts questioning me about where he wants to go get some food,when suddenly the truck completely stops, then starts going backwards...very very fast. The traffic in the other lane is still going fine, but the lane we are in..all the traffic is going backwards. So basically all cars are going in the direction in both lanes. So we are going backwards..so so fast..like 50mph..which isnt normally THAT fast, but going backwards, with a trailer, IS fast! Im holding on for dear life. Finally it stops and i get off to look and see what was going on. I look up and see flashing lights, and firetrucks and police and all kinds of emergency vehicles. Its then that i realize a powerplant or chemical plant or something has caught fire, and they were evacuating the city. Its also at that moment that i realize i had on no pants. So i tell the boy that we cant go eat food, because i have on no pants, and they wont serve me in a restaurant without pants, not to mention, the town is about to blow up. Then some airplanes come over us and drop these plastic tubs nearby, with instructions to clear out any merchandise from the buildings just south of us if we are owners, so we wont lose our inventory in the soon to be blast. Out of the blue, my mother shows up, grabs a tub and says to grab one and follow her to one of the buildings, because stuf from her photography studio is in there and we need to get it out. So i go (without pants)with her and another lady..all the men sit on their asses. We go into this building, that is cold, and plain. Its painted a very pale yellow, almost tan in color actually. nothing on the walls, and little girl toys everywhere. Barbie dolls, clothing ..everything pink and purple...but mostly pink. They are both gathering up things in tubs, and i am grabbing empty hangers. No idea why they are there, but there is hundreds of them and im trying to get them all in these tubs i had with me. We set them just outside the door, and go back in for more stuff. When we come back out, we notice someone running off with a hanger. So looters were obviously about. Then we start dragging these tubs out and to the street, to make our way to the truck...when i realize everyone around me is hispanic. Everyone. Even my mother and this lady helping us. I shake my head because i cant believe i didnt notice it before. And everyone is sitting around like they are waiting for a parade. then in the middle of the street, a podium appears, and a man gets up and starts to make a speech. everyone is cheering and clapping, and one man approaches me to see if i need help, i get offended and tell him off before dragging my tub down the street...
end of dream..i woke up then.
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