So the other night I had this dream that was so bizarre that I felt compelled to write it all down when I woke up.
I was taking a road trip with three other gals in a car. I didn’t recognize them. Well, in my dream I must have known them, but I can’t think of who they would be in real life. The girl driving the car was lesbian. I had a very distinct feeling she was interested in me. Very interested. There were two more girls in back. I don’t know what their “interests” were. I was sitting in the front passenger seat with bags of leftover Halloween candy on the floor. I remember thinking we were almost out of the good stuff, so I was glad that the bags were by me. We were driving down the road at night.
I don’t know where we were planning to go, but the friend driving (who I was pretty sure was crushing on me–majorly crushing) had to make a stop along the way to return her Halloween costume. She had been a sexy pirate wench, but when we got to the costume place, the costume she returned was not a sexy pirate wench. It was a flesh colored furry body suit with a hat/mask that looked like the guy from Fat Albert who had the long stocking cap pulled over most of his head, only instead of being a stocking cap, it looked like it was made out of banana peels. The dude at the costume place was trying to pick up on her, which I thought was funny since she was a lesbian and totally not interested, if you know what I mean.
As we were walking back to the car from the costume place, I was trying to decide how I should tell my lesbian friend I did not return her feelings. I did not want to embarrass her in front of our other two friends, but I wasn’t sure how wise it would be to ask to be with her alone. I didn’t want to give her the wrong idea or false hope or anything. I wanted to let her down easy so we could still be friends. For some reason, it was taking us a long time to walk back to our car. We had to go up a flight of stairs and through a field. While walking through the field, I spotted a small, ceramic house sitting on the ground. I pointed at it and said, “Oh look!” My friends all stopped to look, but I kept walking.
When I finally got to the car, it was parked in some kind of RV campground with RVs and trailers and stuff. I caught an Asian girl burying the tires of our car in dirt. I thought, “What the?” I mean, what the H was she doing burying our car tires?? It looked like the car was up on some kind of embankment, and I decided I needed to pull it down so we could get out of there.
I unburied the tires then got down from the embankment to pull the car down from behind. Only when I started pulling the car down, it was no longer a car, but a picnic table (like others scattered around this RV campground) covered with art projects and little tubs of paint and paint brushes. This eccentric, middle-aged artist-type lady came up to me and said that our little tubs of paint were inadequate to finish our art projects, but that she had some in her trailer that she would gladly let us use.
I followed her into her trailer and she went into another room while I looked around. She had a shelf of stuffed animals she had made out of yarn pom poms. I leaned in to admire one particularly life-like siamese cat yarn pom pom stuffed animal and was just about to tell the eccentric middle-aged artist lady how impressed I was with her handiwork, when the cat suddenly jumped out, scaring the crap out of me.
Then I woke up.
What could it mean? Do I want to take a road trip? Dress up as a furry banana peel head next Halloween? Become an artist?
Do I subconsciously distrust Asians?
Could I be a lesbian?? Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
What are you dreaming of lately?
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