DREAM
Complicated dream. I was a kid whose parents just made her move, after giving her only a week's notice. I think a week before I had broke up with a boyfriend too, or something else bad had happened. Well, turns out my new school was a school for deaf and dumb kids. When I argued against it, because I would be such an outsider, as I could both see and hear, and because for that reason the kids would really despise me, my parents accused me of discriminating against those kids. It took me a long time to get ready for school; my dream-self agrees that I need more cute, tighter-fitting long-sleeve shirts. At school, the teacher was not at all understanding of my situation. She thought she understood that I was sad and afraid at being in a new school, but she didn't understand how weird it felt to be the only seeing and hearing kid in the room.
Then next thing I remember, I was driving a jeep down the street, when I got in a little fender bender, so I jumped out, afraid of getting in trouble, and the jeep kept driving by itself; it caused a bigger accident. My parents got mad at me, I got mad at them. Such stress.
Then I'm in Home Depot, for some reason; I don't know if I was working, or taking a class in woodworking, or whatever, but I didn't want to be there. Then I see my dad, having this pipe cut. Turns out he made me a large penny whistle, which was cool, and I start thanking him, trying it out. The problem is that it's so large, I can't even hold it to my mouth if I want to cover the bottom holes--the holes were even so big, my fingers couldn't cover them. It was a nice thought on my dad's part, but so frustrating, because he, like many people, didn't take into consideration my wants and needs before presenting me with a gift, then thought he was sooo nice for getting me anyway. Wow, that sounds bratty. Anyways, then I'm walking around the store, distressed, sad, wearing a black skirt suit (all the other people in the store are dressed in costumes for Mardi Gras), when I see Dusty (also in a black suit) and my dad (also in a black suit). I know I should go with my dad, because I have a lot to talk about with him and my mom, but I'm afraid that if I do go with him at that time, I'll just be grumpy and blow up at them.
Then next thing I remember, I was driving a jeep down the street, when I got in a little fender bender, so I jumped out, afraid of getting in trouble, and the jeep kept driving by itself; it caused a bigger accident. My parents got mad at me, I got mad at them. Such stress.
Then I'm in Home Depot, for some reason; I don't know if I was working, or taking a class in woodworking, or whatever, but I didn't want to be there. Then I see my dad, having this pipe cut. Turns out he made me a large penny whistle, which was cool, and I start thanking him, trying it out. The problem is that it's so large, I can't even hold it to my mouth if I want to cover the bottom holes--the holes were even so big, my fingers couldn't cover them. It was a nice thought on my dad's part, but so frustrating, because he, like many people, didn't take into consideration my wants and needs before presenting me with a gift, then thought he was sooo nice for getting me anyway. Wow, that sounds bratty. Anyways, then I'm walking around the store, distressed, sad, wearing a black skirt suit (all the other people in the store are dressed in costumes for Mardi Gras), when I see Dusty (also in a black suit) and my dad (also in a black suit). I know I should go with my dad, because I have a lot to talk about with him and my mom, but I'm afraid that if I do go with him at that time, I'll just be grumpy and blow up at them.