Monthly Archives: December 2015

I was in this small room downstairs on the other side of the wall from the pantry.  It was setup with a small guest bed and a quilted blanket.  I’d planned on sleeping there but then mom was there so she was going to take the room and I was going to figure something else out.  There was a plate and some spilled food on the bed so I grabbed everything to put away and toss in the kitchen sink while mom grabbed the quilt and comforter to throw in the wash, and then we’d look for linens.  Anna walked in and was apparently going to sleep there, she was furious about it so she decided to go upstairs and sleep next to him.  I was very panicky then thought just because she’s up there doesn’t mean she’s going to have any success, maybe he’ll be too tired because he’s been working so much.  I was in the kitchen by the sink dealing with the plate thinking about how much I wish I had a million dollars.  That wasn’t going to be enough for her.  I wish I had 2 million to offer her to walk away because I was certain if given the choice she’d take the money.  But I didn’t know how to acquire it.  It felt like I had to find a way to obtain ransom money for his heart.

I went to another room and was laying on this bed with black sheets, then sat up to turn off a lamp on the desk. I’d been on a tablet going over craigslist ads for puppies and dogs.  They all had white fur coats.  I’d been scrolling for a while but forgot what breed I was looking for.

I opened this wooden framed glass door and was out in a hall passing different counters.  It was all school administration and one counter was my college and another was my high school.  I passed a table with a  bunch of blank MCC student ID’s and this guy with a camera.  There were pictures on another table with student photos that I guess were there as examples?  They all had light green sweaters or vests on over white polo shirts or blouses.  This was like that sea foam green, like the old school medical uniform green.  I didn’t remember the school colors changing and guessed they were asking students for their shirt sizes during orientation to send them these things for their photos / IDs, and just so they’d have it.  I thought I forgot something or how to get somewhere, or specifically how to get to someone, so I turned around and went back to where I’d come out to the hall, then stopped before opening the glass door because I really couldn’t remember.  I decided to walk away and was in another office environment.  I was wearing a long black coat and had this amazing light pink hair.  I saw Claudio at a check out and asked what he thought of it.  He looked surprised and I explained how I got the idea last night since my purple was fading to a pink.  Then I asked him if I looked like a lesbian and he said not yet.  It was funny and slightly weird and I woke up.

Someone in an office was talking shot about certain bands and I hard someone call them out on it and I looked up, then held up a CD from one of those bands. I had a bunch of small flyers and CD jackets to put into an album or do a scrapbook thing with, there were photos of Valentina and I at a party in Tucson I was arranging in the album and it filled two pages. I’d thought there was only one photo from the night but there were eight of them! We were back to back on a couch tied up in blue rope and I was turning to look back at her and we were smiling. Or there was one of her on another couch next to one of my drawings on a dry erase board. I was chillin on the floor on top of a blanket organizing things and looked up while a couple people were talking, but I forgot who they were. J. Tsao was there and was wearing all yellow with this other guy, and I was all oh hey you’re already in town? And he was all yeah, they were running some marathon in the city and I told them to drink lots of water, the other guy gave me this look like really? So I amended it to drink enough water to stay hydrated and don’t die. See you in the office tomorrow. Bye. They said bye and left. The one guy who stayed behind asked who the “new” person was and I was all that’s Tsao!

“Ohh!”

I was going through a black backpack and it had a bunch of random stuff and needed to be cleaned out. It had an opened jar of peanut butter and no lid on, chocolate wafer sticks, like the ones that look fancy that go in your coffee, or come in huge plastic containers at the Chinese grocery, and a bunch of other food items that looked like they needed to be tossed, so I started grabbing things to throw in the trash and Eric S. said I had to do it elsewhere while pointing at a wafer and I was all oh sorry, it was implied that this was due to an allergy but I couldn’t remember what he was allergic to. So I dragged the backpack across the floor to the kitchen and started throwing everything into a plastic trash bag.  Goth mom walked over to see what I was working on and pulled the bag up and then it was like a large aluminum foil bag thing. She was trying to see what was still good and asked if I was recycling the tin foil while looking at the baking pan that was just at the bottom of the bag and I said no. She mentioned how much she loved Liz but some of her habits were gross, then she grabbed a couple items that were supposed to be nonperishable and threw them on the stove to see if they were alright but after making a thing decided it was disgusting and tossed it out. She walked away so I turned the gas off on the burner then went around the corner to the dining area.

It was designed like the kitchen and dining area in the house I grew up in only it was larger and the entrance to the other rooms was on the left instead of the right. She walked back around and had a bunch of food out for a party. (I just realized this was like my neighbor Kathleen’s house). She was pointing out what the spreads were and the different meats. I grabbed garlic bread and it felt like the softest thing ever, grabbed butter, then slices of rare steak over it. Goth mom didn’t really approve but was all at east I won’t starve while the party’s waiting on other things.  There were more people now and I went to sit at this table, there was an extended family and this little girl was being whiny.  I’d forgotten how many of my friends and people I know come from Mormon families.  I got up and went around the corner to see what else was going on and then went back to where the food was to grab more bread. There was a guy behind the counter helping out goth mom and the peeps who were up there grabbing things. I was all hey, can I get some butter? And pointed at the plate he was hoarding, and he was all no, then gave me a piece he had on his knife. I was all okay thanks and walked off eating more bread.

There was a group on a stage to my right singing as I passed them and kind of felt like an ass no one was watching them but was all.. There’s no audience anyway and it’s just background stuff. I went back out to this larger area and the kids were watching some performance geared towards them and as I walked out through the glass doors I saw this huge field and a bunch of kids playing like it was a school. This girl ran up and asked if I’d play with her and I said sure but I had to put the utensil I had away and started walking back towards the door. She was walking with me but was all excited so she started walking faster, then I did, then she started running and I was and we were racing to the door and I dropped the butter knife and stopped to go pick it up saying I had to behave cause we shouldn’t run with knives, and you picked up the butter knife before I got to it and handed it to me, and I was all thanks. You were in a blue soccer jersey and black shorts. I wanna say football but that doesn’t mean the same thing in the United States. Oh well. I was walking through this gated area outside to get back to the door and it was still a good 50 yards away, I was wondering where you’d gone, and then the girl, then saw this really tall guy walking from another area on the left in to the building, he had super long fluffy hair and was like 7′ tall and I wondered if he was Samoan or something. He was wearing the same blue jersey so I wondered if you’d run off to a game.  I woke up before I made it back inside.

A group was out and I’d been driving around with a friend trying to figure out food.  I think we were considering Noca so this was Phoenix.  It was night time and after driving though some area with a bunch of stop signs we parked in an area that looked a lot like Town & Country.  We were inside some shopping area and couldn’t figure out how to get downstairs since all the escalators were going up to our level.  I found a switch on the side of the escalator that would change it’s direction and waited for one that didn’t have people coming up on it so I could reverse the direction.  I picked one in the middle and when I didn’t see anyone else coming up, and that’s when I saw people almost reach the top of the platform so I flipped the switch and left it in the middle position so it stopped.  There was a small group behind this black lady at the top of the platform and she just kept talking and wouldn’t move out of the way.  We eventually made it downstairs and out of the building.  I can’t remember what happened immediately after.

We were going through termed equipment and had a bunch of backpacks in the bed of a truck.  I went to grab the last one and inventory it when I noticed my old portfolio and printed lj were inside the bag.  I grabbed them and then brought the bag in.  We were inventorying the electronic equipment and then returning the personal belongings.  There was a tall white wooden cabinet that was taller than me, and inside it had manga and other items.  This was being shipped to the person who had my journal and portfolio in their bag.  I was going to grab my items out of it but decided to let most of it go.  So I arranged the manga inside the cabinet, grabbed a couple things I wanted to hold on to, and left the rest I thought she might enjoy.  I had no idea who she was or where the things were being shipped.  I just knew she was a she.

I was sent a ticket requesting a server with 60 drives in it and asked who assigned it, who spoke to the requester, and wtf they wanted a 60 drive server for since they had no idea what they were asking for.  What were they planning to do with it?  I yelled it out on the floor and no one was owning up to it, everyone looked confused.  You looked up at me, smiled, and shoot your head then kept working on whatever you were occupied with.  I walked out to the hall and sat on a couch.  There was a guy with an amazing Homura tattoo on his leg. It was this huge piece where Homura was jumping in the air, facing right, and her hair was behind her like it was windy.  The background was the night sky with rich colors that transitioned into warm oranges and yellows as it crackled into doily and kaleidoscope patterns like she was in a witch’s labyrinth.  We were trying to figure out drinking plans after the office and Matt walked over saying he was down and requested someone hit him up about it once a decision was made, then walked away.  I was contorted on the leather sofa with my feets up on the headrest, and explained I’d been sleeping shittily when I was called out on it.  Then turned to sit up and accidentally kicked the guy and apologized.  I leaned back to see you directly and mentioned how i burned through Madoka and wasn’t sure what to start up next.  The guy got all excited and was all “Madoka?”  And i said yeah, and that I noticed his tattoo.  He seemed familiar because of it, and because I was trying to remember if I’d seen him earlier at Town & Country, or when we were sorting through equipment earlier and I had forgotten.  I had a AA battery in one hand and a gold phone i the other, and said I remembered needing a battery and picked some up last time I was at the store, knowing I’d forget later.. but this was obviously wrong.  Tee phone was much thinner than the battery and I thought I needed a coin battery.  It’s like phone batteries didn’t exist in this dream. lol

I was in a nicely furnished apartment and had apparently married Harry from S&TC, but I wasn’t Charlotte, but I was.  It was like some Fight Club split personality disorder, it was weird.  This was super confusing because even though the apartment looked nice with its choice of fabrics, color, and upholstery, it wasn’t the huge apartment Charlotte had acquired from Trey.  I went to the restroom to change and clean up and decided to put on this suit I hadn’t worn before.  It was kind of fetishy and hard to describe.  The bathroom was weird too, everything was all green tiled and there was a squat toilet like it was in Asia, and there was a bidet and the shower had two shower heads.  My hair had been acting weird when I brushed it out and it was kind of twisting back into curls when I’d try to straighten it, and the curls got so tight they almost resembled braids but it finally started behaving.  I came out and asked him what he thought of the outfit and he said he really liked it.  He was unpacking and moving things around, one last thing being a bag full of pills and I wondered why he had so many prescriptions.  Then I wished they were something else, idk what, but something fun, and I thought that would never happen since he was a lawyer.  We walked into another room since he wanted to show me his closets.  The one we walked into had a bunch of scarves in it and it reminded me of Brandon M’s collection.  There were four large closets and I was all wait can I have one?! And he was all yeah, then said to hang on and walked away fora  minute.  I was standing there next to Charlotte and looked at the other closet over the wall saying how I liked that one cause it was painted this nice blue color with black trim, and she said no go for the one we were standing in cause it was larger, and I Said i guess we could paint this one to match and she said yes, and it would look better cause they’d all be uniform.  The two closets were divided by a lower wall in the middle and each had their own entrance, bu the opposite walls were normal, and there were still two other closets to the right.  The closet Charlotte and I had been standing in was almost as big as my one bedroom apartment was in north central Phoenix.  Idk why my brain made me Charlotte when I’m more like Carrie, then Samantha.  Anne’s more like Miranda, then Charlotte.  We’ve had this discussion. *face palm*

Dreams where Jay are in them are always the worst.  The lighting / my field of vision is always shitty, I’m always anxious, and things always feel wrong around me but I can never pin it down in the dream.  I don’t even remember everything that happened except he was being passive aggressive and moody as fuck so I went to my room and knew he was going to eventually follow so I was sitting by the door holding onto the doorknob about to lock it, and it was some weird thin door with a bunch of holes in it the size of a pencil’s circumference.  So it’s not like it was a screen door or anything… idk.  When he walked up I knew I hesitated too long on locking the door and thought it wasn’t worth the bitchfest so I let him in.  He went to lay down on the bed against the wall under the window, but with the way the room was setup he wouldn’t have been able to see the TV.  It was on a low stand facing the other wall, it was almost like a coffee table and I was messing with either a DVD or a VHS player, I can’t remember other than it being old and bulky.

In some other dream I heard a noise outside and when I looked out the living room window I didn’t see anything, but when I opened the front door saw lines of people to the left dressed as goth’d out zombies with metallic paint, and a bunch of people on the right were all goth’d out.  It was amazing, some event was going on the neighbors or the HOA coordinated and it was my thing,  so I shut the door and ran upstairs to change.  This was an unusually accurate replica of the house and neighborhood I grew up in.  I went through my closet and kept going back to my tartan dress except it was a different one than the one I have, and then I kept circling back to this neon lime green and black cyber goth dress that was hanging next to the strapless black vinyl dress I do have irl.  I used to love early cyber goth fashion when I first found it and there were subtleties of color, now it’s just ridiculously raver goth and the colors are no longer there as accents that pop out… anyway, I put on a metallic slip, the green and black cyber dress over it, had issues finding fence net stockings I wanted to wear with it, and kept reminding myself I’d have to go downstairs to the carport because I left my makeup bag in the trunk of my car.  I looked in the mirror and it wasn’t working out.  I don’t remember putting this on but I was in a dark red and black vinyl dress that was smooth enough to almost resemble latex.  The dress was too fetish for what I was going for.  I can’t remember all the stuff I dreamed after that, it feels like I woke up 12 times this morning and I’m giving up on sleep.

I was out at a pool since it wasn’t too bright out, maybe it was earlier morning or early evening.  I’d set the stuff I brought with me down on one of the platforms, my towel, black vinyl make up bag, pink bag, and some other things.  I was trying to pick a spot since the pool was large and had different cut outs that were hot tubs and the water flowered into the main body of water to keep it warm.  There were two guys in the larger pool staring at me as I walked around the outskirts and went back to the original spot where my belongings were.  I was nervous something was going to happen but kept telling myself inside to looks strong and unshakable.  When I got there, one of the guys had gotten up and left for something, and the other was standing knee deep in the water holding my make up bag.  I demanded him to put it down and he laughed like it wasn’t a big deal and like I was overreacting.  I yelled at him to put it down again and took a step forward.  I felt like a small animal that was all bark because it couldn’t really do any harm if it tried to bite.  I knew it was all fronting but I had to do it fast without backing down so he didn’t have time to think, or thought I wasn’t worth the effort, or thought I was insane.  I didn’t care.  I didn’t want things to escalate beyond my control because he could overpower me and i didn’t see at least some blunt or sharp objects I could grab and fight with.

He put the bag down and went to go meet up with his friend who showed back up.  They thought I was too serious and that I was blowing things out of proportion.  They left.  They probably thought I was a crazy woman.  No fucks given.  People who push boundaries over nothing and get a kick out of it.. just because they can.. especially when you don’t know them and no rapport has been built up, those people are dangerous.  I hate that feeling int he dream, I hate it irl.  I haven’t felt that SOL in a situation in years, but I’ll never forget how it twists my stomach, and I’ll never feel bad about shutting things down quickly before they have a chance to be a real problem.

I woke up around 6am, then went back to sleep.  In the next dream I was in a hotel conference area that was supposed to be like the Flamingo, but it was different.   Every experience in a dream elevator has been bad for me, for as long as I can remember.  The last few years they’ve been tiny and cramped, and I’ve sat on the elevator floors in case they were going to shoot off or fall to the bottom of the elevator shaft.  I’d had issues finding parking in the garage and then went up to the 4th floor, then realized I was SOL because I didn’t have a room key yet and called mom who said she’d bring me one.  I wasn’t sure how long she was going to take and felt awkward waiting around, so I walked down the shops and looked at the merch  The walkways got increasingly narrow with kiosks and stands blocking the way.  These guys were walking obnoxiously close behind me so I decided to pause, then keep walking again.  I stepped off to the side and waited for them to pass before continuing.

I was in a room trying to figure out where things had been placed since the room was half unpacked, and noticed an iPhone 6 in a pink case on the bed.  It was Kat’s, I guess she forgot it or left it with me and I wasn’t sure how to get it back to her since I couldn’t call her.  I went to the bathroom to deal with my hair and was sectioning it out to style it when this black chick walked in, I guess there was another door in and it was a shared bathroom.  She was talking to me while doing her make up and mentioned how her stylist could put designs an words in her parted areas in her hair, and that you could feel it, and I was thinking like brail?  She told me to look and I did but didn’t see anything and she was all… you didn’t look.  Yes I did.  She was all seriously look, and she lifted a different row of braids and you could see some tiny red writing that looked like the embroidery on a baseball cap there.  It was like the design was sewn into her weave and I was all oh cool.  I went back into the room and it was different.  I was trying to figure out if I moved the bed a little closer if I could fit a book shelf in and the put a recliner by the lamp to create a sitting area since the room seemed large enough.

In some other dream I was at a restaurant in a booth getting food with dad and some other person.  We had some food on the table already and the server came back to ask what we wanted.  He ordered something I can’t remember, other than it sounding terribly unhealthy and processed, and I said I heard some dude walking by mention a caesar salad and it sounded good, and dad gave me grief over it saying there was already a salad and when I looked down at the table again there was some house salad thing and I was all okay, never mind I take it back, and he said to do what I want.  It was awkward.  He excused himself and got up for a bit.  I was sitting at the end of large table with a group, and looked around to see this huge dining hall with many large groups filling the tables.  Something familiar was playing over the speakers but I wasn’t sure what it was so I grabbed my phone to try and figure it out.  It was some shitty male cover of Utada’s Blue.  Peeps at the table were like huh?  So I started singing it and they were all oh, and the entire table behind me, and a few people from a few other surrounding tables joined in and I was all omg.  This reminded me of Jimmy saying when he was in high school everyone knew Utada, and then my explaining when I was in jr high and high school only my best friend Mel and I knew who she was.

Then I heard a bunch of cheering and was thrown off so I looked around until I noticed up front (which was to the left of where I was sitting) I saw dad walking back to the table and I had no idea what he’d done or if he told off one of the Chinese hostesses up front or something.  I decided to get up from the table and went around the corner where I saw another group hanging out.  There was a mini pagoda and inside I ran into real life PC Principal.  Omg.  The group was around the mini pagoda and PC Principal was talking about a wet t-shirt contest, and Lisa walked around from the window to the entrance and was all super excited about it.  She put her arm around me and I was just standing there thinking this was ridiculous, and I was in a black tank and bra, but sure why not because we’ve all done crazy stuff and he left to grab water or something.  It was taking a while so we stepped out and went around the corner from the pagoda and overheard something about him running into Michelle H who scolded him ad said she disapproved, and there were some other things.  She was always a mom, she is a mom irl, and a grandma and is awesome.  So Lisa and I, arm in arm, walked out and went across the street over to a grassy area but the ground was covered in snow.  I said I didn’t really care either way since I’ve done a bunch of things in spite of what’s socially acceptable, and enjoy challenging it, but Michelle really is a caring mom who goes into mom mode and these groups would get younger women to do things out of pressure instead being out of their own volition, and I’d never want someone to say “well Suejung did it, so I did it,” and then go on to do a thing without being fully aware of the possible repercussions, and it’s not a good enough reason to do anything anyway.  People should do things they want to for themselves.  And I woke up with Blue in my head.  My dreams are getting kind of defensive and cautious.

I was driving down a switchback on a mountain and curved left like it does south of Prescott, and when I turned the corner it was packed snow and ice on the road. I saw a man on his bike flip back and he landed on his back on the ice. I slammed on the break before I would have slid off the side of the mountain, but immediately questioned my actions thinking my breaks could have locked up and I would have died. I was on the way somewhere but stopped to check on the guy who was now standing, and asked if he was alright and he said yes, then I asked if he needed to go to a hospital and he said he did, so I offered to take him. We got down to this lodge and he went around the wooden fence towards the building. I tried driving around the corner but the SUV I’d been renting sank into the ice that cracked under it’s weight and then I realized I’d driven on to a frozen lake instead of a road. I got out right before it sank and could only think wtf am I going to do? I can’t return the rental now, my bag, phones, everything was in there, I don’t have any identification on me. I held on to the fence and made it to the building where I sat next to the guy, it seemed like we were stuck waiting on medical assistance to show up. He’d found some canned food items and was eating what he could. The combination of food seemed odd, then I thought maybe this was a foreign thing since he was from another country. There were two little kids sitting to my left and I moved to face them so the little blond girl could lean against me.

I was out driving again but this looked like downtown Phoenix, like when you’re driving down Washington near the Arizona Center. This time I was driving a convertible though, and there was a strawberry yogurt drink in the cup holder, so I unscrewed the top and went to drink it. It didn’t taste wrong but noticed something was off and when I looked inside saw it had curdled and spit it back into the bottle. Traffic was stopping and the road had been roped off. There were emergency vehicles and what looked like a bad accident up ahead. I didn’t really catch it since I was focusing on getting around everything alive and finding a detour.

Then I was walking through a hall in some house and there were a few people there., You showed up and I mentioned getting a phone call to schedule a meeting at 3pm because Anna signed me up for some class she’d taken previously. I asked if you made her do it, and you said you made a request. I asked if she wasn’t happy about it, and you said she wasn’t. You were standing next to me by the kitchen counter talking to another guy while I looked down at the tile floor. You both went from talking shop to discussing Anna and how stressed out and unhappy she was, and how her outlet was this one game but she wasn’t good at it and was getting mad because there was some hunting aspect to it, like a pregame thing to help with the next part and she neglected that stage making it harder. You offered to help but it made her angrier. You and the other guy were laughing and it degraded to just speaking poorly about her in general. I was pretty uncomfortable when I realized your voice sounded like Garrett’s and that freaked me out so I walked out and went to another room. I answered another call and this was someone else requesting a meeting at 3pm, but this one was more important so I accepted it. I sat down at a desk with a large monitor in front of it watching people in a zoom meeting, then noticed you weren’t in it and wondered if you were aware it was going on. I thought about running back to the other room and asking but then realized I thought you took the rest of the day off to check on me or Anna, like it was my fault or hers, and bringing up meetings and obligations would only piss you off. I kept going back through our earlier conversations in my mind to make sure I didn’t accidentally request you step away from everything for me for the rest of that day, or that you hadn’t said something I took one way and you meant the other, and resulted in the same thing. I didn’t want anything to be my fault.

I fell back asleep into another dream where I was at a large house in Mesa and realized I’d been at the address previously but now it was called an inn like it had been converted to a hostel. The address belonged to my first boyfriend’s in high school, only the buildings were differently, like they bought the land from a few different houses and converted things but the the construction was still older. I was sitting on the couch in this one room with my feet up on a table. There was noise coming out of a little box that was mounted to the side near my feets, and it looked like a mini receiver build in the 40’s or 50’s. I asked what it was and you told me, then said who it belonged to but I was having trouble following along. Other stuff happened and I walked around different rooms, the place was large like a conference now and one room had people standing around or sitting in groups talking by whiteboards and one had a flat screen TV mounted on top of it. Idk what they were congregating for. I went down another hall and saw you go into another room. I wasn’t sure where to go next so I sat on a couch near the exit. I tightened the strap on my gray robe and looked into a mirror. I was in some fluffy light green and orange hanbok thing with my fluffy robe over it, and after tightening it started to float. I couldn’t get my feet back on the ground and kept fighting to make it back down. Then my feet were finally touching the floor and it was all good.

I walked out onto a casino floor with ugly burgundy and royal blue paisley carpet. I kept walking until I was outside and saw you with a small group. Your group had gone to see Alice Cooper but you didn’t really care about it and we ran across the street to check out an interesting looking shop. It had whitewashed wooden floors that were loud when you walked on them, and the shelves had random trinkets. This was like an alternative pinup rockabilly boutique. It looked like an hold house that was converted into a business, and the hall between rooms had shelved with wheels and roller skates on them. Then the was a bunch of roller derby stuff and I looked at them but decided to keep going since it’s not my scene and I can’t skate. As I kept going down the hall the floor got slippery like I was in skates, but when I looked down I was still in flats. I ended up back inside the casino floor with the ugly carpet and ended up in a suite with black and white tile floor and an antique black four post bed. It went from being bright to pretty dim very quickly as I walked through the room towards what I thought was a closet, but it turned out to be a bar, and I was shocked to see people there. This looked like a public area and I wasn’t wearing much, so I grabbed a robe to cover up and kept walking until I found you back where I started in the checkered tiled room. I just remember a lot of dark reds and dark wood colors in this part of the dream but everything’s hazy.

You told me to pick out a modest nail color and it made me immediately think of like an eggshell blue… but you said this because my dress wasn’t that modest and I was all oh so no dark burgundy or sparkly red?  Any who cares about modesty?  That’s subjective as frik.. and yeah.

He made it very clear that he was in control.  I don’t remember the context, or why, what prompted it or anything, but it was very unnerving.

I was walking through this house / work space research facility out in the middle of nowhere.  It was remote like in Ex Machina where it’s all green and near water and off the grid, but the inside wasn’t as barren or dim or gray, it was well lit without being too bright.  We didn’t know how long we were going to be there for and I wasn’t sure what the project actually was.  I opened the door and peeked out to see a deck and some peeps outside then went back inside to the kitchen and saw a bunch of dishes on the island.  They’d been sent in and one was packaged with a note for me.  He sent me food, and when I opened it saw these little yaki mandus in rows that made them look wavy and the mix inside made some spots look green.  He called it mermaid hair or something like that.  Which makes me think of Starbucks. lol

I don’t remember eating or doing anything else there.  I was driving  my car on the freeway and the screen under the dash went to a green screen that had a message saying it had been hacked.  I started freaking out not knowing how to stop it or what was about to happen and woke up.

I’d been walking around this event where people were running around looking at things and I noticed this one vendor had these knitted things she was calling corsets up. She was wearing one of them but it was more like a knitted best thing with a thin string to tie in the front. I looked around and saw little girls clothes with lots of  tule and tutus and stuff, looking up the wall different dresses were hanging and some were dance wear for competitions, some for club wear, some I couldn’t tell which camp it belonged in. I kept walking and went around the corner and saw kids running around everywhere. A friend’s son X was running past me with an arm from a doll in his hand. I was wearing the black and blue A line dress and petticoat I plan on wearing to the holiday party next week.

I decided to go past the chaos into an exhibit on the history of human sexuality. I think this used to be an entire museum that was dedicated to the topic but was being converted to some weird in person Etsy space / Lego store thing, and only this one wing remained untouched. It was uncluttered open space similar to an gallery or the museum at the Arizona state capital… Which is probably more accurate since its tucked away on a floor but the buildings still in use for everything. I was the only person there walking around, looking at memorabilia and old posters from WWII, some propaganda saying the Germans had boring sex lives and the Americans were pioneers. (Idk. Dreams are weird.) then I noticed a very well dressed man on the other side of the gallery walking quickly to a door and was curious where he was going while simultaneously hoping I was like Bond girl status hot. I walked to that side of the gallery where it became a hall and there were facilities workers in white suits and the side where the door was no longer had a wall. The floor was this creamy white marble with some black specs. So I turned around and started walking back, then crouched down and tried to pull myself up with the railing against the wall but had trouble staying up and walking in my heels. The floor had changed to this glossy dark brown / black faux cobblestone, similar to the stuff that messed with me at the Venue of Scottsdale, and that’s when I looked up and saw him while I was trying not to eat concrete in my gold sling backs. He had no idea I was paying attention to him and walked off.

I went back around the corner from the museum and saw this row of desks/ kinda cubes and there were these people working on projects… I think we’re marketing? I walked between the row to the end where there was a little more space and looked out the window, it was gray outside but it wasn’t raining. I took my shoes off and hid them under a desk, then walked through the row again I’m white socks… I don’t remember putting socks on in the dream, didn’t notice is in the dream either lol. I was going through this open area and people were around but nothing was really going on, then I went back to the row of peeps I saw earlier and they were acting like they knew me. This one girl to the left with light curly hair and glasses addressed me and was going to help /mentor me through leading my first huge ass project. I sat down next to her then noticed black smoke coming from behind a hill out the window and stood up. I looked at the one guy talking who had his back to the the window, and yelled look! He turned around and was gonna say it didn’t look important but then a black fighter jet almost on the ground flew into the building. I turned away from the glass and covered my ears as soon as I saw it. It flew through the side into a courtyard where there were a bunch of people. I saw some smoke go through the door and knew the fire was outside but we had to evacuate quickly so we started to go. I went looking for my heels which I thought were around the corner where the gallery was then realized those would slow me down and I was wearing socks anyway. There were people crying and one guy was on the floor yelling, they were worried about their loved ones outside and I realized my parents might have been out there but going in that direction was dangerous. I started walking south and found a phone to call dad, he answered. They were okay, and at first they were going to blame the pilot for the crash because he came in dead, then they had to bring in eod cause there were explosives in the cockpit strapped over the pilot’s head. They started talking about UofN like it was a clone of UofA, some sister school, both with wildcats as their mascot. It was weird. I can’t remember anything after that.

There were a lot of puppies in my dream. They were all black and white pitbull puppies like Tyler’s when he was only a few weeks old. They were all excited cause it was bath time and I had them in a tub. There was also an orange tabby kitten that looked like a baby version of Sahar’s cat.  I had a bit of shampoo in my hands and lathered him up and suds went everywhere and he was just chillin.