Mydera

Dream One (Fragment): I'm in a car, passenger seat. There's a guy driving but I never took a good look at him. He's talking about a demon he's slain, or going to slay. I'm uneasy and scared of this demon slaying, worried things will go bad. The guy talks like he's done it time and time again and will have no problem doing it again and again. He's not worried at all.

Dream Two: I'm in a bathroom looking in a mirror. There's a guy behind me, and I am pretty sure he's got long blond hair in the beginning like K. He's got his arms over my shoulders, not hugging me so much as just keeping me close. I'm not sure why I'm looking into the mirror like a zombie or something, but I feel really zoned out and spacy and can't remember much of this beginning part. There's a door to our right, the guy sighs loudly and annoyed, like he doesn't want to leave but he knows he has to. He walks through the door, and turns left. I follow him, though I'm not sure why. (I never got lucid, but most of the dream I was very aware that I felt only half able to make decisions... usually in dreams I'm so sucked in I don't realize that I'm foggy brained or anything. This one, I felt like I was only half there watching a dream, and just never connected that, Yeah, I AM watching a dream) we walk down a short hallway lines with white cork board and the kind of board you see in shops and such with the little metal pegs holding up merchandise. The hallway opens up to a rather large (for a small business) room, with shelves and aisles. The other end of the room is nothing but windows and two glass doors. I realize we're inside some sort of shop. There are probably five other guys in the room already, they're taking merchandise off of pallets and stocking the shelves with it. I want to help, but I feel like I'd be more in the way since I have no clue where anything goes. A middle aged man with short graying hair walks up behind me, and asks me how I'm doing. I tell him I am well, and ask how he is in return. He tells me he'll be doing a lot better when we get this stock on the shelves, then he barks at the guys that School shopping season is starting soon, and we need to get this stuff on the shelves faster! He mentions that this is a paper goods store (I guess that means papers, notebooks, etc?) and that "we won't make any money if we don't have anything out!" I stand in an aisle and watch a bit longer, then I notice a commotion outside. A few guys are already out there, and there's this woman who's come up to them and though I can't hear through the windows and door, I can see she's like falling all over them and pushing them and stuff. They look like they're trying to be polite, but the woman is just falling all over like she's drunk or something and its evident they're getting no work done with her around. Suddenly she just goes limp and crumples to the ground. One of the guys goes over to her to help her, and someone opens the door and I can suddenly hear what's going on. The guy is offering her some water and asking her if he can take her back to her house or family. The woman refuses the water, and starts talking about the sun but it's the middle of the night in the dream. She stands back up and smacks the poor guy who tried to help help her, telling him she's fine and then babbling on about the sun again. It's apparent to me that something is wrong with her, maybe she's on drugs or something. I turn away because I feel uncomfortable watching her, like I'm invading her privacy or embarrassing her by seeing her like that, and that in turn makes me feel embarrassed. But then I hear her yelling like she's hurt or something, so I turn back around just in time to see her stumbling backwards off the curb and hitting the ground. For a moment, I'm stunned and don't know what to do, then I think to myself we have to help her and call 911. But before I can get out the door, my mom is walking up from the parking lot and starts ordering people around. She tells one guy to get a glass of water, and another to call an ambulance, then lady is waking up and my mom is helping her stand. I turn and walk back to the back room. I'm glad someone's there to help the lady, but I don't want to be around my mom, for some reason I know that she's a bad omen even though I don't realize I'm dreaming. (Mom always turns my dreams into nightmares. It's not that we don't get along, we generally do, but she's like a leech at times. Always asking for money and expecting us to put ourselves in a hard place to help her. This translates into a negative force in my dreams) I go back to the back room, and my guy and a girl are already back there. I don't feel jealous though, I feel like she's a sister or something. They're arguing about something, but when I walk in they stop so I don't know what. My guy looks at me and smiles sadly, then tells me that he has some work left to do in the back room, and I should go rest. I nod, but I just can't muster the awareness to find words to speak. Then I notice that I'm wearing a super short night gown (chemise I think is the word?) and feel embarrassed that I was wandering around in that showing my butt to the world, lol. I go through a different door than the one I came in, and my dresser is in that room. I open a drawer and take out my Tinkerbell pajama pants. I pull them on as I walk back into the back room. My guy has the cabinets under the sink open and he's bent over looking in the sink. I don't know what he's doing, but I'm too fuzzy to care. I walk into the hall, and notice that instead of the store being there, it's a living room now, with a view of a grassy yard and tree. The girl from the back room is standing watching out the windows. Outside three boys from the store are doing various things in the yard. I think the shady spot under the tree looks like a good place to rest. I walk out and start to lay down, but no sooner do I close my head than a pair of boots steps up next to me. They're very nice looking boots, like something someone in a horse show in an English saddle might wear. I'm suddenly excited, these must be my guys boots, he's not busy after all! But when I sit up and look up, it's one of the neighbors kids. He's trying to talk to me about something, but I tell him I can't talk right now, I'm too tired and I just need to rest. I stand up and walk back inside. I lay down in the middle of the floor of this living room. I notice my boobs are practically falling out of my chemise, but I just don't care I'm sleepy. I briefly wonder if my guy's going to be mad if they spill out when I fall asleep, but then decide he'd probably enjoy the view I close my heavy eyes, and shift my feet, they feel heavy and there's a thump sound. I open my eyes again to see I have on jeans and mary jane style shoes. I click my feet once more, thinking it's funny that I have shoes on, but I can't figure out why it's funny (because I'm dreaming! Awake I get the irony, lol) Then I close my eyes again. I hear someone enter the room, and open my eyes. There's a guy there who I recognize as the guy from before, but he looks completely different. Suddenly he looks like that Ray guy who does =3 (my husband watches that, and the dude always seems to find his way into my dreams after he's watched an episode. I don't even watch it! I just hear it over my music, and I'm cursed, lol) He comes over and sits down on the floor next to me. He jokes, telling me if I was so sleepy I had to sleep on the floor he could have found a bed for me. I shrug and say the floor is fine, then my eye lids are falling and I'm drifting back into sleep. He gently lifts my shoulders to put my head in his lap. My daughter walks up to us a moment later carrying a Hidden Pictures book. She wants to do the puzzles, but I can't get my eyes open. The guy strokes my hair with one hand and tells me to rest, then pulls my daughter into his lap beside my head and tells her, "Mommy is really tired right now, can I play with you until she wakes up?" My daughter must have said yes because after some time in blackness, I hear them talking about the book and what they're looking for. Then I wake up for real, 3 hours early and with a migraine.