Oh my god. This shit is bananas. I need to see a specialist.
So last night I had a dream that my ex-fiance (who has passed away, in real life) VS and my friend JAFH are going to some cabin in the woods to camp for a weekend. The reason behind this trip is unclear, I only know that 1) VS is not dead and 2) SL no longer loves me. Whether they are connected or not, I don't know. THe beginning of the dream involved me wandering around my old neighborhood of Macedonia during trick-or-treat time, I was dressed as the cat in the hat and the kids I was with had some weird costumes on. I was a grown up and they were little, and I pulled some in a wagon. I think that I met up VS because he lived in my neighbor's house, but I'm not sure...
Before we get way out of town, I tell VS, who is driving a suped up Suzuki Sidekick-Tracker thing, that we need to stop at this mall so I can pick up something for the trip. I was intending on picking up this great ice cream that I knew he loved (which makes no sense because in real life he was super allergic to dairy and VERY lactose intollerant) but when I was walking around the mall, I couldn't find the store. Eventually I found out that the store had closed. I decided to take a shit before we got on the road, so I went to one of those little bathrooms hidden in the corner of the mall. I was almost finished, and some lady that JAFH and I knew came in and she was like, "Kelly? Kelly? Are you in there?" I tried to ignore her and pretend it wasn't me, but she opened the stall door and saw me. Apparently she had been following me through the mall. She proceeded to sit in the stall next to me and preach about Jesus and stuff like that, trying to get me to convert, and everytime I would try to leave, she would get up and push me back down. After about 45 minutes of preaching, she let me go. I ran out of there, and ended up on the wrong side of the building from where JAFH and VS were parked. I called JAFH on his cell phone and told them to come pick me up. He said there was a problem.
VS had gotten tired of waiting and left. He had even gone so far as to literally push JAFH out of the car, throw his own cell phone out and run it over so we couldn't contact him, and he took JAFH's and my luggage with him. I was screaming and crying to JAFH as I walked around the building to meet him. When we finally did meet, JAFH told me what VS had done, and I was crying and crying more. Some kid that JAFH knew was there, and he overheard me saying "I lost Anthony, I lost Sal, and now I lost Victor!" and he told me it was okay because his name was Anthony Sall and his dog's name was Victor. I laugh/cried and thought that might work out. (The Anthony Sall kid in my dream looked just like the real life SL.)
I was still standing there on the sidewalk when my mom called in real life, and it was irritating because I wanted to figure out why SL didn't love me and why VS had driven away with our shit and if I could get it back... but it was okay that she woke me up because I didn't want to think about that stuff happening any more.
Today I have the day off and I'm going to do absolutely nothing.
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