Mydera

Only fragments, but it's better than nothing.

Dream One: I'm arguing with my husband. He's saying that he's going to leave me right away, and he has a girlfriend. I'm only upset because I worry that him leaving now is going to mess my kids up in school, and I tell him I won't allow him to leave until summer break. I tell him I'm not happy with being together this long either, but it's what we have to do for our kids, then make a bunch of violent threats of what I'll do if he doesn't grow up and take care of his kids.

Dream Two: I'm standing in our living room and marveling at how clean it is, and wondering where all the big toys that don't fit in the toy boxes are because I'd never been able to find room for them.

Dream Three: I'm at pokemon night. I'm hanging out with some of the friends I'm finally starting to make. My son wants to go to get food from Taco Bell, so we head out to the car to leave. For some reason S and D, and one other totally random guy that isn't anyone I know in waking life wants to go with us. We all go to get in the car, but then when I open the door to buckle my son in, D (who's actually an adult that my son likes to hang out with there) is sitting in my sons car seat. I realize then that my car only has one passenger seat and two kids seats. I reason that it's ok for D to sit in one of the kids seats because he's really skinny, and S can sit in the passenger seat, then my son in the other kids seat and me in the drivers seat, there's just no room for the 3rd dude that I don't know. I try to explain this to them all, and they just seem to feel like I don't want them to go because if they can't all go together they don't want to go. Somehow the car becomes a table and we're all sitting at a table now. D lays his head on the table like he's tired or not feeling well, and my son throws a doll blanket over D's head. Then he picks up a naked barbie on the table and starts poking D's head under the doll blanket. The random dude asks where the doll and blanket came from, and I say that they are my daughters toys and she must have left them in the car. Then S lifts the blanket and D looks up, smiles, then flips the blanket back over his head, making it obvious he's not really sleeping, just joking around. I think to myself about sliding the naked barbie under the blanket and making a joke about how a naked barbie is all the action he'll get, but then I don't because I start over analyzing it. I know I'd make a joke like that with my brother and several of my friends, but I wonder because I don't know him well enough if he'd take it too personally and not get that it is a joke. Not sure what to do at this point because I worry my normal personality would be too mean, I decide instead to get up and walk away. I wake up as soon as I get out of my chair.