Beware of Dolphins... and Flip Floppy Sisters
At the beach by an ocean. I was standing on a sidewalk under the roof of a row of vacation homes. Some family was there (Tammy, maybe her kids, maybe an uncle or two), but I wasn't with them (though Tammy might've said something to me). Everybody left the water because there were dolphin sightings. These dolphins were unpleasant and weird. We watched them swim around at the surface, hoping they wouldn't get too close to shore because it was really only about a foot away from the sidewalk. Tired of waiting for them to leave, and expecting them to come back as soon as anybody got in the water, I left for another beach. This time the beach was more for like a Minnesota lake. I rode something out to a specific point (no recollection what it was; could've been a tortilla chip for all I know). There was a fun activity going on, but I can't remember what that was either.
Then I was with Dana and we met Mom and Dad at a restaurant. Mom was sitting in the middle of the booth, so Dana basically scooted over her to sit on the inside. I did the same to sit on the very inside. Mom didn't say anything, but naturally she was in a bad mood. I thought what we did was dumb, but then I thought she should have moved! After just a few seconds, Dana went buddy-buddy with Mom. I left because I was going to have none of that. But also because the waiter took everyone's drink order but mine. I had a water and was going to say that was fine, or I had considered asking for some lemon for it, but nope - I was a ghost in a corner to him.
I left for the beach at the lake again. I swam back to that one point of activity and this time something memorable was going on! The Cubs were running a promotion where if you bring a rubber taco to any Taco Bell, you'd get a [real] free taco. A giant box of them was dumped and people swam around to get them. There were more tacos than people, so I don't know why everyone was rushing. They'd grab the tacos, look at one end of them (like they were looking for a number such as you'd find on a rubber ducky or something - which I didn't understand because every taco should have been redeemable), then squeeze the water out of them. The water came out in a wide-radius spray, and my thought was it looked just like the diarrhea would after everybody ate their tacos. I didn't find that thought as funny as much as I found it unsettling. That and thinking too much about not knowing what creatures were in the water were making me uncomfortable, so I went home.
Poof! I was at home in the hallway by my bedroom. Mom and Dana were in the kitchen yucking it up. I was mad at Dana for switching sides, so I went into her room and took what I had stored in there for Samara so she wouldn't try to keep them for herself. She didn't know they were there, so I tried to get them out as quickly as possible: Two barbies, a cassette about 70s British rockbands (like a documentary), and I forgot what else, but I think I had to make two trips. Like many dreams I may or may not've mentioned, I had to move (everybody did, actually) but there was so much shit to box up in a short amount of time. I imagined the moving truck would be so full of my stuff that not all of the other stuff from the house would fit and everybody would hate me for that. There was a tote whose contents had to be switched to a cardboard box and I remember feeling panicked about all the small loose objects in that and other totes that I needed to bag up or something so they wouldn't be floating around in random boxes.
Then I was with Dana and we met Mom and Dad at a restaurant. Mom was sitting in the middle of the booth, so Dana basically scooted over her to sit on the inside. I did the same to sit on the very inside. Mom didn't say anything, but naturally she was in a bad mood. I thought what we did was dumb, but then I thought she should have moved! After just a few seconds, Dana went buddy-buddy with Mom. I left because I was going to have none of that. But also because the waiter took everyone's drink order but mine. I had a water and was going to say that was fine, or I had considered asking for some lemon for it, but nope - I was a ghost in a corner to him.
I left for the beach at the lake again. I swam back to that one point of activity and this time something memorable was going on! The Cubs were running a promotion where if you bring a rubber taco to any Taco Bell, you'd get a [real] free taco. A giant box of them was dumped and people swam around to get them. There were more tacos than people, so I don't know why everyone was rushing. They'd grab the tacos, look at one end of them (like they were looking for a number such as you'd find on a rubber ducky or something - which I didn't understand because every taco should have been redeemable), then squeeze the water out of them. The water came out in a wide-radius spray, and my thought was it looked just like the diarrhea would after everybody ate their tacos. I didn't find that thought as funny as much as I found it unsettling. That and thinking too much about not knowing what creatures were in the water were making me uncomfortable, so I went home.
Poof! I was at home in the hallway by my bedroom. Mom and Dana were in the kitchen yucking it up. I was mad at Dana for switching sides, so I went into her room and took what I had stored in there for Samara so she wouldn't try to keep them for herself. She didn't know they were there, so I tried to get them out as quickly as possible: Two barbies, a cassette about 70s British rockbands (like a documentary), and I forgot what else, but I think I had to make two trips. Like many dreams I may or may not've mentioned, I had to move (everybody did, actually) but there was so much shit to box up in a short amount of time. I imagined the moving truck would be so full of my stuff that not all of the other stuff from the house would fit and everybody would hate me for that. There was a tote whose contents had to be switched to a cardboard box and I remember feeling panicked about all the small loose objects in that and other totes that I needed to bag up or something so they wouldn't be floating around in random boxes.