I’ve been dreaming most nights but they’ve all been extra chaotic and I haven’t had the time most mornings to unpack them so they fade into obscurity.
I woke up feeling pretty nauseated and dehydrated despite downing quite a bit of water earlier and just feel like there’s nothing to give. No energy, noodley arms, noodley body. But the last dream was such a fucking mess I thought maybe go over the highlights even if I can’t get all the details.
I was walking up a road going over a hill with some guy I didn’t know and this chick in a dark red robe, when I turned around I noticed there was a rope around her waist and it was dragging on the ground, the guy and I were chatting about where we were trying to take her where she’d be okay, Idk if she escaped from somewhere or what happened. We ended up inside this hanger but it was being used as a parking lot and there were a few cars. We waited and saw someone take off in one, then we took off in a small white car that looked like it was made in Europe in the first half of the 20th century.
I was walking aimlessly after that chick left like I didn’t know what was going to happen next, and started going back towards another hanger that looked like it had been converted to a general metalworks shop or something and was wondering if dude was gonna follow or not and was aggravated when he hadn’t and if that meant figuring a way out on my own.
There’s some bit where I was in bed and Idk whose bedroom it was (was it mine?) and there was a kitty and I tried to get it’s interest to come up so I could pet it, and eventually it did come up and then I panicked about where it’s food and water was so I got up and opened the bedroom door to go find stuff. I was in the hall (the stairs to go downstairs were in the middle of the room) but there was a kitchen on the floor I was on. There were also other cats, my wifey’s cats irl, and some others, all kind of hanging out. There was a huge spread in various bowls on the floor that looked like a Korean dinner. I still went to the kitchen looking for actual cat food and water and saw these packs on the counter with cans and cans of Friskies and when I went to grab one it was bloated and didn’t look safe. Idk if it expired, there were these weird popover looking baked caps on them, I picked another and the cap crumpled, then some juice leaked out, I wasn’t comfortable giving these to the cats. Then mom showed up talking about requirements for some other place like she was expecting me to move even though I was only aware of these 1-3 cats being my responsibility. Then I saw brand new kittens, like weeks old and wondered how they happened. I asked wifey when I saw her and she said some of the others hadn’t been fixed in time and I was all… so some siblings had kittens?! ._.
I’m missing a lot of dream here, eventually a huge red truck that you’d think was the size of a fire truck but it wasn’t a fire truck came out and some non-binary person with colorful hair stepped out with my wifey (maybe the cat thing happened after?), and then that person’s security detail came out and they were all huge and armed. Some stayed behind and some took off. They sat at the table outside under a pop up canopy and I hesitated since no one seemed interested in interacting me, and I didn’t want any effort to be seen as trying to get in good with someone I didn’t know with an agenda.
I went inside the middle door in a triplex that ended up being huge because the steps went down into the ground, but it was all wooden like an old tavern and a Muse song was playing very loudly and I was singing at the top of my lungs with it as I walked in like it was some kind of grand show, then I leaned down from the stair to the floor, running to the other platform on the other end of the room past a bff’s mom who is a fairy at ren faire, and turn back to see an ex from college sitting on the steps looking at me in disbelief and I wasn’t sure if it was mostly wtf was that, wtf am I doing here, why is this happening, or what else it might have been. There was another flight of wooden stairs that went down to two rooms (or two small apartments?) that were being rented out and I think the place belonged to the bff’s mom? In one room to the left, I think it was being rented by my first ex bf, and I knew the person renting the one on the right. It can’t remember who it was supposed to be. I woke up around here.
That’s still a lot, and I still can’t remember a lot, it was chaotic af. I wish I knew which Muse song it was, or if it was a real one. I’m also coming to a realization there’s been a common theme in the last few months where whenever there’s a cat or there are cats in my dreams I want to pet them, and as soon as I realize they’re mine I panic about where their food and water is because I can’t remember the last time I fed them. Why is this a theme? Why does this keep happening?