Indian Candy

I dreamt that the hotel John works at was the house I grew up in in Maine. I was there, working from a laptop for my job. I had to take a break to help Nicky with something in the kitchen and Dad started getting on my case about making sure I am keeping good track of my time. I told him I was and showed him that I was writing everything down in a log. I got upset that he was interfering.

While I was sitting on couch doing work, I noticed an old man and an old lady sitting on the dining table. I thought he looked Arab while she looked Indian, but when I asked, it turns out they are both Indian and married. Her name was Minis or Miris or something like that. They were on their computers. I think they were IMing each other. They were hilarious and very nice.

Then it switches to me working in my current living room and there is a pounding at the side door. I go open the door and Nick's friend Gabriel is there and I start yelling at him about pounding on the door and showed him how to knock like a normal human being. I could see Alvin around the corner of the house playing baseball with Nick. Gabriel said he was just coming by about some chocolate covered mint candy and then Dad comes out and starts yelling at me telling me not to buy any candy from him. I start yelling at Dad telling him Gabriel is not trying to sell anything is looking for candy that belongs to him. I go inside and Mom gives me the candy which is in her room and asks me what is wrong. I tell her Dad is being crazy.

And that was the end of that.

The House that Dogs and Cats Owned

I had a feverish dream last night about trekking through swampish forests to get to a house that was owned by talking cats and dogs, including one really long, silverish-white dog that reminded me of the dragon from The Never-Ending Story. There's another house down the way owned by nefarious rats. In the corner of the one room, there is an ancient television, but it works amazingly, clear picture and everything. Apparently, the VCR below the television was also a way of clocking in to a job.
John was talking to me while I was playing with the VCR, fascinated by it, and told me to follow him. He led me to a room that had not been there before and laying on the bed was a beautiful green gown covered in glitter and an overlay of green mesh, and twigs? He said it was my wedding dress. It was the most beautiful dress I have ever seen in my life.

I woke up at some point to go to the bathroom (I am 2 weeks away from my due date, after all) and when I went back to bed, I dreamt that John, Nicky, and I were at John's work at the hotel, except it was a church, and X was wandering around. I kept trying to say hi to X but all he could say was "yeah." I felt like ringing his neck and asking what his problem was. He was wearing that same maroon shirt he is so famous for. Nicky was running around saying he wanted banana milk. So I bought him some.

Residual

Update on my Strange Events post:

I remembered one of my dreams. John was working in a convenience store for a man named Amash who lived in an apartment above the convenience store. It seemed real strange, like even the convenience store was part apartment, with sliding glass doors leading out to a patio. That's about all I remember from that dream.



Last night I had a wretched dream. I dreamt I was bleeding. Like at the beginning of my period, with the horrible cramps, too. It was so vivid. In the dream I freaked out, thinking I was losing the baby. I woke up, nearly fell trying to get to the bathroom to make sure it was just a dream.

It was.