JackALope2323

Only one dream I can remember from last night.

I'm driving with my step-dad and mom. Apparently, we're going to go visit one of my step-dad's sisters. I thought we were driving to the airport to take a plane to go see them, but we're driving up into the snowy mountains instead, so I know we couldn't be going to the airport. I complain that I wish they had told me we were going to the snow beforehand, so that I could have brought warmer clothes (All I had in terms of jackets was a hoodie and a windbreaker. They had full winter gear.) My mom acts like I'm being a little bitch, and proceeds to tell me to STFU.

We drive into the area where my step-dad's sister is. Apparently, they live in a trailer, but it's much bigger, thankfully, than my mom's sister's trailer. The area we're driving through isn't actually AT the snowline, just under it, so I should be okay with my clothes. I zip up my jacket just in case.

The trailer is the brightest green I've ever seen, and it really isn't all that big. At all. Like, it's the size of one of those trailers you see at construction sites that works for an "office". I wonder vaguely where we're going to sleep.

We get out, and my mom immediately heads for the ladder leading up to the top of the trailer, rather than saying hi to the family. I follow her. Climbing the ladder is hard, and I can see inside the trailer through a tall door. It looks like a warehouse inside, all gray with barrack-like living conditions. I reach the top of the ladder and ask my mom how long we're going to be here. She starts off with "a whole 2" and I automatically think weeks, and almost start raging. Then she finishes "A whole 2 hours".

While the absurdity of it doesn't make me lucid, I certainly laugh to myself in the dream.

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Heeeey, guess what. I remembered another dream.

I think it started out vaguely having something to do with GTA. I remember being chased by the cops, so I ran into a really reach neighborhood. I was running around these really gigantic mansion houses, avoiding the owners who were in there, wondering what all the running sounds were, just trying to get the cops to stop looking for me.

The second house I ran into, though, I actually got caught by the owners. Instead of being hostile/afraid like I thought they would be, they were actually very friendly, and invited me to have lunch with them, despite the fact that, you know, I was intruding in their house. Oh well. Pretty cool DCs, either way.

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And that's all for now.