Documenting Dreams

The "Argentia" Experience - Jan 16, 2022

I was in Argentia (a place in the Mississauga region of the GTA). Myself and my mom were making ourselves out of "Staples" for whatever reason. The whole scenery changed. Buildings popped up and stores switched spots. For example Pet smart took Michaels spot, "Target" popped up in the middle of the parking lot. My mom and I were heading our way back home.

I can't remember the conversation, but it obviously had some significance later in the dream. We made our way through "Target" which was a restaurant. It was filled with couches, plates of food suiting on the rests. Many people say there. However, my mom decided to devour one of the customers food's saying "I bet this food tastes disgusting". The customer didn't seem to mind. I walk away in shame. She then catches up to me to come up to an intersection.

Again, I don't remember the conversation. Although, when we were crossing the intersection, I felt a push, maybe not necessarily from my mother, but I clearly presumed it was. An old couple walked through the doors of the clock tower and went through the park. We didn't go that way. We went towards "Walmart" or at least where it should have been.

We walked and talked, more specifically arguing. She was talking with disrespect in my regard, as well as my self talking with disrespect in her regard. Furthermore, I was supposedly "talking back" when I am really just stating what happened the whole trip, such as eating someone food, shaming the restaurant, "pushing my head to the ground at the intersection". She says back, "You shouldn't be talking back at me".

The scenery changed to Meadowvale town-centre. We were walking to another intersection when we run into the old couple. My mother, which turned into my dad, talked with them. I was walking away towards an apartment building, however I could steal overhear them. The old man was saying, " How I felt so bad for your son when he fell at the intersection. My wife is in a wheelchair and we were about to take the bus when her wheelchair broke down. It was no matter we asked the bus driver to hold on a moment so we can let her in. He agreed.". I though of it as heartwarming, also a way of confirming that it wasn't my mother who pushed me, but my own fault.

The old man continued, "When I let her on the bus, I was asking the bus driver if we can make a reservation for the two of you. Again he agreed. We waited for you. You never came for the next few minutes. So we asked him to drive off. He agreed. So he drove off.", they then tarted talking about other things, me knowing that I can't go home without dad.

I investigate the exterior of the apartment building noticing that people are pulling up into the drive way. Someone came out, a face unrecognizable, to shout at the person in the car saying, "You can park in her (the first closest to the apartment building), "someone" isn't here today. They then proceeded to argue about where they should park, something so trivial, as I drift slowly into sky back into reality.

Disclaimer: This is not how my mother or father reacts directly to real life. This was a supposed dream.