Dream Journal

Feb 12 -- Best Friend Discomfort

(Sorry for not updating lately! Trust me, I have certainly had no lack of dreams. I just often never get around to recording them or some of them are just... too terrible to talk about. :->)

This is another two-part dream. I actually don't recall which dream came first. I THINK it's this one...?

PART ONE- Starring Captain_Snuggawhumps  (aka Melissa, real life besty of mine)

It has been forever since Melissa last came to my house. So in my dream, I was thrilled to have her. We were having a study group and it had crept into becoming very late at night. It was black outside.

Despite me hosting the study group, the house was very messy. The couch was full of laundry and the kitchen was trashed with stuff on the counters and table. A stack of studying books were stacked on top of the table, the pages worn and torn. 

It appeared we were drawing to the end of the study group. Melissa was waiting for her dad to pick her up. Considering how late it had become and how dark it was outside, there was a very sleepy mood. We shoved aside some laundry from the couch and started to watch the local news channels on the big TV.

That's when breaking news appeared. A man had gotten into a car accident -- it was unknown if he would be able to live or not. They had yet to be able to identify him. The news people described his physical features. He exactly fit the description of Melissa's dad. You could feel the atmosphere change as dread slowly began to creep across the room. Melissa's jaw tightened, her face becoming stony. Anyone could tell that she was suspecting that perhaps this dying man was her father who had yet to pick her up. 

Dream-me tends to make different decisions than real-me. Real-me probably would have tried to be comforting and ask to pray. Instead, dream-me thought, "The best thing to do is distract her from it!" I mean, real-me would have probably tried to do that as well, but dream-me did this more intensely, even going as far as to totally ignore the news. 

So that's what I did -- ignore the news and try to talk Melissa away from it, completely brushing aside her obvious worry and her growing urge to become emotional. 

Eventually, her dad did show up, and Melissa, relieved, went to leave. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when she barely said a goodbye to me. 

x x x 

PART TWO- Starring TheNightOcelot (another real life beauty :3)

I was riding my afternoon bus on the way home. For some weird reason, Night was riding with me even though she doesn't take my bus. Oooooh weelll. It's always fun to have her along! :D

Suddenly, rather than taking its routine stops, the bus pulled into a Wal-Mart parking lot. Our bus driver, Ms. Peggy, announced, "I need to grab something for the bus. I need to buy something real quick."

I excitedly raised my hand, asking, "Ooh, can we go too?"

She thought for a moment before replying, "Sure, but be sure to be back inside the bus by 3:35." 

I felt my heart leaping for joy as Night and I hopped off the bus, happily swinging around my wallet. As we went inside, I told her, "You can pick out one thing of your choice, anything." 

For some reason, we ended up making a beeline to the clothing section. I found a pair of overalls that went over skirts / dresses and excitedly stopped to try it on. Night, meanwhile, scrutinized a display of colorful baseball hats with words on them. 

I decided not to get the overalls and put them back before walking up to her. "Is that what you want?"

She seemed hesitant to ask, considering they were $6 (which was a bit too high), but boooooyo, I was like, "You want it, we'll get it." I ended up getting one too.

We went up to the check-out. But then I was all like, "WWAAAAAAAAaaaaaiiIIIT!" and hopped out of line to snatch a Little Debbie's box. Then I hopped back in, satisfied with my purchases.

I pulled my flip-phone out of my pocket, deciding to check what time it was to see how much we had left. I felt my chest do a flip as I saw that it was now 3:56, WELL past the time by which we were supposed to be back on the bus. 

I suppose all my mass-panic is what led to that dream ending.