Several interesting dreams
5/02/07--Two diverging roads, one into a cyberpunk city where people rented port-o-potty sized apartments, the other into a suburban neighborhood where they can't see the cyberpunk city even though it is nearby.
5/04/07--Dad bought me $60 worth of pizza for my birthday and my mom was really, really angry. I tried to use logic to convince her that the pizza wasn't really that expensive on $5/meal.
5/06/07--I ended up at Pitt in 1990 or so, and tried to buy a disposable camera that I thought would still exist in 2007. I found a pack of them, but then lost them, and then couldn't find the camera section again. I asked the man in the store where they were, and he decided to just sell me one of his cameras. He wanted $20 for it, even though I knew it couldn't cost that much in 1990. I would give him $5 at most. Eventually, I ended up giving him my ATM and credit cards.
Then I was at Garfield, and it was nighttime. I realized I'd given him the wrong ATM card--it was someone else's that I'd found on the street, and he was really mad. He was sitting outside in his car, waiting for me to come out and get kidnapped by him. I called 911, and then spent maybe 5 minutes on the phone trying to convince the lady that I was in danger. In this time, the man drove around a bit, parked, broke into the house, and was about to strangle me when I woke up.
5/04/07--Dad bought me $60 worth of pizza for my birthday and my mom was really, really angry. I tried to use logic to convince her that the pizza wasn't really that expensive on $5/meal.
5/06/07--I ended up at Pitt in 1990 or so, and tried to buy a disposable camera that I thought would still exist in 2007. I found a pack of them, but then lost them, and then couldn't find the camera section again. I asked the man in the store where they were, and he decided to just sell me one of his cameras. He wanted $20 for it, even though I knew it couldn't cost that much in 1990. I would give him $5 at most. Eventually, I ended up giving him my ATM and credit cards.
Then I was at Garfield, and it was nighttime. I realized I'd given him the wrong ATM card--it was someone else's that I'd found on the street, and he was really mad. He was sitting outside in his car, waiting for me to come out and get kidnapped by him. I called 911, and then spent maybe 5 minutes on the phone trying to convince the lady that I was in danger. In this time, the man drove around a bit, parked, broke into the house, and was about to strangle me when I woke up.