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.