Dream #1,386

Dreamt of visiting the city where Wyatt G., and David M. were going to grad school. I was only going to be in town for a week so rented a hotel room. Turns out Sami J. was staying in the same hotel until her apartment freed up at the end of the month. When I asked her why she didn’t save some money by staying with Wyatt and David, she said, “The three of us living together would be awkward.”

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Dream #1,385

Dreamt of talking to my mother about my brother. “He doesn’t mean to be cruel,” she said, “He just doesn’t understand emotions. He acts the way he does because he finds the response interesting. It’s like an experiment.”

Dream #1,384

Dreamt of taking refuge in the upper level of a barn after the zombie apocalypse. I lived there by myself in the hay bales. The zombies were too slow and uncoordinated to be much of a threat unless large numbers gathered. The loft still had power, so I had to turn off the lights and stay quiet when zombies were nearby, so as not to attract too much attention. If I did that, any that sensed me would eventually get bored and wander off again.

Dream #1,383

Dreamt of taking the bus to camp. Other than the driver, I was the only person on the bus as everyone else had gotten off at earlier stops. My camp was the last stop and I grabbed my green backpack as I stepped off, only to notice that it wasn’t mine. I waved at the driver through the closed door. He opened it back up to see what was going on.

“This isn’t my backpack,” I told him.

“Well, we do have two more bags here,” he said, pointing with his thumb behind his seat.

“Those aren’t mine either. Mine was green like this one.”

“Are you sure it’s not yours?”

“This one is filled with dresses and girls underwear. There’s nothing for me to wear. There are no books for me to read. It doesn’t even have a sleeping bag for me.” I explained.

“Well, I guess you’ll have to make do,” he said, “Your ticket back isn’t until next week.”

Dream #1,382

Dreamt that I was having an anxiety meltdown. Yuko-hime totally ignored me, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door. I followed her, calling her name and asking for help. But she kept walking.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone come out of our guest house. We didn’t have any guests there, so went over to see who it was. “Why were you in our house?” I asked. She ignored me and kept walking. I followed her and repeatedly asked, “Why were you in our house?” as she continued to ignore me and walk down the street. I got more and more upset until I was yelling the question, “WHY WERE YOU IN OUR HOUSE!?!?”

We arrived at the woman’s car when she finally turned to face me. “I’m sorry for bothering you, sir, I know you have far more important things to deal with than me.”

Something about the way she said it caught me. “Who do you think I am?”

“You’re Donald J. Trump.”

Her answer was so ridiculous that I laughed at her and walked back home, where I waited all alone for Yuko-hime to return. My anxiety built to the meltdown point again and I burst into tears as she stepped through the door. “Please help me!” I cried.

I woke up crying.

Dream #1,381

Dreamt Yuko-hime and I adopted a five-eyed cat. It had short, soft, grey fur and a third eye up and to the outside of its left eye. It also had an eye inside each ear. All five eyes were functional. It had a soft, round body and a short neck. When it tucked its chin, it looked like it had no head. It was strange, but it was sweet, always purring and trying to make us laugh.

Dream #1,380

Dreamt that Yuko-hime and I adopted a new “dog.”

I put the world “dog” in quotes because, even though it really was a dog, it was also a person pretending to be a dog. She had black and grey dreadlocks pulled into pigtails to look like floppy ears and wore make-up to give her face a more dog-like appearance. She walked upright and spoke. But in the dream, she was clearly a dog.

We offered our new dog a small closet of her own to sleep in, giving her a doggy bed that covered the entire floor. A single light bulb lit the space and maybe a dozen spiders lived in their webs near the ceiling. “Will this be okay?” we asked.

“Yes, this is fine. I will probably eat the spiders eventually,” she answered.