My brain is doing some weird stuff and is apparently trying to sort things, or this is like some kind of brain chosen API wrapper and a new way to stress dream.
Adrian and I were having a discussion about our relationship in the context of CTI’s and I can’t tell if those were symbolic of something else or if we were literally discussing them in a professional context of their ownership and usage.
I was with Sarah in a dorm later and was chilling under a blanket on a couch when some dude I wasn’t expecting came in and it freaked me out. This was the common area but it was my space with Sarah or it was a female only space. He started trying to see what was on my phone and hitting on me. There was something on the fb feed on tattoos and then something on poly. I called him out on coming in uninvited and told him to leave. When I turned around he was kind of in drag but not really? (No makeup except eyeliner but feminine clothing) I tangented on different groups and comparing privilege, mentioning something about if someone else had called the authorities he’d be SOL and shouldn’t ever do this again. Sarah came around and commented generally, men will set aside their differences for a moment on something like this if the call out is coming from a woman. All I could do was sigh.
All of a sudden my ears started hurting and I covered them. Someone pointed out the fire alarm was going off and everyone got up to leave. I couldn’t find my backpack, it wasn’t anywhere where it abjuring have been and I know there’s no time to gather things if it’s a real fire. I tried to find an appropriate substitute and kept reverting to looking for that backpack and was looping. Everyone cleared out and I was worried about the cats. I walked back to the main area and Patrick was there, I asked him to help me get the car carriers while I tried to get them. They were skittish and then lethargic. He said something about giving them something to try and calm them. I was feeling lethargic and it was hazy, I didn’t know if this was smoke inhalation or if my mind was imaging it because of the duration I’d spent in there scrambling. The cats eventually came up to me when I was on the floor. I remember smoke and a lot of drama towards the end of this.
I was with mom in her new car (there was no transition in the dreams / brain has no chill) and we were parked outside a building with an officer or sheriff or someone was walking over and it made me wary, like he was going to abuse his authority to harass us, I tried to get my phone or a recorder out and he came by, then got in the back seat and started talking at us. I can’t remember what happened next.
Later I was walking down a few city blocks with DJ. He was being kind and respectful and it was expected behavior but it was also kind of throwing me off. Something in the back of my mind was telling me this was off. We ended up grabbing sushi and one of the guys was asking us what brought us here, I mentioned being familiar with the owners other establishments and wanted to check this place out. Another one of the staff sat across from us at our table to eat during her break. This is where I woke up.
This whole thing was chaotic.