Getting Over It

I dreamt of bringing my red winter pj’s in my room from the drying rack.

I dreamt of hearing Christmas music after Halloween.

I dreamt that the concrete backyard was connected with the cat thief lady across the street. She let the orange and white (tabby?) cat out and he came over to eat, as if he was famished. The bowl was close to the border of both properties. I stood by him.

She had a friend over who told her about the cat eating. The thief lady came out, or only peeked out. Her house was flat with sliding glass doors. I gave a look at the friend, or said, or both, “Don’t even (think about?) coming over / touching this property.” I then said to the thief lady, “Karma.” And a couple seconds later, “That’s why your car was stolen.” They were both back inside at this point, and I could hear noise as if their nerves were rattled.

I dreamt that I was in line for an (amusement park?) ride, which curved a bit to the right up front. There were about 20 + / – shoes in the front, which were on a couple steps up.

The line was moving slowly and knew it would be a while for my turn to come. 3 hours? I was a little bit worried about how long the people (Amy?) I came with would wait for me. Still, I stayed, in case the line picked up.

I dreamt of sitting (stationary? in a bus?) with Coley (sister ex) in front of me, and a lady sitting on his right. She had an open notebook with “cancer” written on the left page. She had / has it and had gotten / is getting over it. She was upbeat about it. 

I was looking at Coley’s shirts (two layers) and was noticing what looked like a woman’s garment top. I wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to wear it anymore (because of his lifestyle), but didn’t.

I dreamt something about turning on an old tv, that’s used for video games, and turning on a video game. I was with a couple people. I realized that I didn’t know how to move the player, and took a while to figure out how to turn off the tv, mentioning that I didn’t know / wasn’t sure how to turn it off. 

I dreamt something about driving over a puddle.

Advertisements

Your Thoughts

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s