Yet another strange dream...
Today after CHOW I took a nap and I had a dream, possibly two dreams, and they were very very odd.
First, I was in Fairview at Noah's house. We were there so that I could meet his parents. This was going fine except for the fact that I kept being very very confused and doubting that his mom liked me. We were waiting around all afternoon for his dad to get home from school, so we were basically just chilling with his mom. Then he kinda disappeared and we went walking around the house. There were two odd things about this. The first was that his mother did not look like I know she looks in real life(I know, I've seen her); rather, she had the same coloring as Vanessa in the Little Mermaid (the woman Ursula turns into when she takes human form). Not Vanessa's personality, but just her coloring. The other odd thing was that all the walls in the house were purple. And textured. The deeper the purple, the more heavily textured. This was strange. The strangest part was that several of the purples were purples that I have never seen in real life. And I got a feeling that my figuring out the relationship between the shades of color and the depth of the stucco-like texture was some sort of an "is she artsy enough" test. This was absurd, but in the dream it was freaking me out because I knew what the relationship was, but I couldn't figure out how to say it.
I don't remember how this connects with that, but then I found myself in a strange Tesco-like grocery store with Jonathan Taylor,Fox, Danielle Forman(Fox in the dream), and my sister Anna. While in this grocery store, Jonathan bought a puppy. They all thought it was cute, I was the only one who noticed that one of its eyes was four times as big as the other one. It was some sort of a boxer puppy. Then we went out to take the groceries to the car. I got there first. The parking lot was dark- lit only by a flickering street lamp. There were large snowdrift-type ice chunks- almost like little parking lot icebergs- everywhere. The ground was slick. I get to the car and wait for them to unlock it. As they approach, it begins to rain. These are big, huge raindrops- the size of quarters, and I'm dodging them. They unlock the doors and I try to open mine. My hand slips violently off the handle and I fall to the ground. I get up and discover(without really feeling pain from it) that my right hand is covered with friction burns from the asphalt and that something that doesn't usually pop is popping in my left hand. Hastily they park the buggy next to the open trunk and I proceed to unload it(while I'm leaning in at an unnatural angle). I get in the car and ask Foxy what it's like to break a bone. We are talking- about three minutes have passed since I fell- and he looks at my hand. He asks me where I got that deep purple bruise on my hand- I tell him that it wasn't there three minutes ago. He tells me that he's pretty certain my hand is broken.
So then we get to Danielle and Foxy's house. (In the dream they were already married, instead of just engaggled like they are in real life) There are all these crazy stairs all over the place. And ladders and things... It's like the game "Chutes and Ladders." So, having a broken hand apparently has rendered me incapable of climbing stairs and ladders. So Foxy picks me up (under my arms, like a forklift) and just hauls me up the stairs and ladders like a lumberjack. It was strange. Also, the furniture in their house was dorm room furniture. And they were like triple bunked and lofted and it was very very weird. But, somehow it worked.
So the next day (in the dream), I wake up and my hand is killing me. I look at it and the bruise that was dark purple the night before is now black. And it's swollen in a weird lump. And I can't feel my index finger. So I walk into the kitchen, where Anna is eating frosted mini wheats, and she tells me that everyone else is at Sunday School. I begin to get very annoyed and angry and hurt and try to tell her that my hand is freaking broken and I need to go to the hospital. So she tells me that I can't because I don't have my insurance card. Then I walk (crying) to the refridgerator and proceed to wake up in real life.
And when I woke up, my hand hurt. In fact, it still does. In exactly the place that it hurt in the dream. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it, but it hurts. And I keep looking down expecting it to have a strange purple bruise halfway between my index finger and my thumb.