My dream: limos, lectures and San Francisco.
I was a kindergarten teacher in San Francisco and I was taking my class to a lecture by my ex-boyfriend (Marco)'s mom, we had to get there in a limo. So like 20 school-age kids are hard to fit in a limo, so I had to sit in fetal position on one of the chaperone's laps. Luckily he seemed very nice and not-creepy. I remember him looking like Camillo, this kid from high school (who I didn't even know at all really). But I couldn't see his face, only the side of his body.
We went to the lecture, and the kids were being loud and crazy, and Marco's mom ended up being this conservative nut-job (which is funny because she was the opposite, totally liberal and really nice), and was on this power trip so whenever anyone stood up, she told security to escort them out. After the lecture, I went to the bathroom and there was a meeting happening with some girls in sweaters who were talking about they were forced to come here and we should all rebel. I felt scared, so I just kept telling them how nice their sweaters looked.
On the way back, I fell out of the limo and almost got hit by a green line train rolling down a big San Fran hill. Luckily my mom was unpacking her green mini-van right across the street and she told me to watch out. Since the limo was long gone, the only way to get back home was to learn to drive, but all the cars I tried to steal were European (so the driver would be on the opposite side) or stick (I really don't know how to drive either stick or automatic, so it kinda makes no difference, but the stick part was like OH NO in my dream)! My mom just kept saying how they were nothing like her green mini-van, as she was trying to teach me.
The last thing I remember is almost getting hit many times.
We went to the lecture, and the kids were being loud and crazy, and Marco's mom ended up being this conservative nut-job (which is funny because she was the opposite, totally liberal and really nice), and was on this power trip so whenever anyone stood up, she told security to escort them out. After the lecture, I went to the bathroom and there was a meeting happening with some girls in sweaters who were talking about they were forced to come here and we should all rebel. I felt scared, so I just kept telling them how nice their sweaters looked.
On the way back, I fell out of the limo and almost got hit by a green line train rolling down a big San Fran hill. Luckily my mom was unpacking her green mini-van right across the street and she told me to watch out. Since the limo was long gone, the only way to get back home was to learn to drive, but all the cars I tried to steal were European (so the driver would be on the opposite side) or stick (I really don't know how to drive either stick or automatic, so it kinda makes no difference, but the stick part was like OH NO in my dream)! My mom just kept saying how they were nothing like her green mini-van, as she was trying to teach me.
The last thing I remember is almost getting hit many times.