Gail (gailmarie) wrote,
Gail
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What you thought was real in life...will somehow steer you wrong

Dreams are strange.

So we were going to Evanston (which wasn't Evanston). And I say "we" in a way that there were an awful lot of people there, but I had gone separately, and there were about 4 groups.

Amanda stole butter from a store, and I accidentally took a bottle of water.

Carly was mad at me for something that I apparently "Know what I did" but I really didn't.

Nikki and Allie were seeing Jason play football, except that he doesn't play football...he's in the marching band.

An old woman tried to steal my purse when I left in on a bench.
"Excuse me, that's my purse."
"No it's not, it's MY purse."
"It's mine. I could tell you the names in that phone and the pictures on that camera..."
"Is it in your car?"
"No, that's MY purse!"
At that point, another woman stepped in to help me pry the old lady's fingers off my purse. She was scary.

We walked past a fruit juice stand and all the slushy flavorings were leaking into the ice/snow stuff that was keeping it cold.

We passed the football awards ceremony, where all the players were in caps and gowns.

Driving home, I nearly ran a red light (or did?) and hit a car in front of me. It was only a minor accident and I had hit people I knew (Carrie Chapman), so we didn't do anything about it. I blamed it on the boot I have to wear on my broken foot.

Then the road started spinning and I couldn't drive, but I was following Zoe to get home, because apparently I was lost. She didn't seem to have a problem following the road, though it was like we were watching a camera from above that was rotating to add to the cinematography(?).

We got out of the cars and about 4 people were walking. I said how stupid it was that "movies" let us do stuff like hit people's cars and what have you. I swung a shopping bag I had and hit a post...it left a mark and I said "see? We're already filmed, how can it change things and destroy them? How do people trip and fall when it's not scripted. It just doesn't make sense." They all ignored me.

We got to a restaurant. A crazy little dive diner like Jack's. There were the 4-ish of us, the boys showed up, then Jason and Eric. I kept talking about things and felt like no one was listening, but I kept talking anyway. Then never responded or acknowledged my statements. The table next to us got their food and I woke up.



So...what does that mean?
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