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I just had a dream about one of my college friends, Nathan. In the dream we were going out. We hadn't kissed yet, because I was too busy blushing about it whenever I thought of it. And I had a diary that had been owned by his previous girlfriend, and she'd written that he was fat, among other things that I can't remember.
I think the dream was supposed to take place in either Jackson or Kalamazoo, because everyone kept walking around town. And the town had extreme weather every day, too -- I mean, warning signs of "extreme rain" or "extreme snow" were everywhere, and the weather started shortly after I entered the area.
There was a lot of flitting around in a parlor of some sort, and then Nathan left to go on Baywatch. I tracked him to the beach and watched some fat guy attempt to wrestle him at the edge of the water. Then I was back in the parlor, and he was grinning at me, and I smiled, stepped up to him, smacked him hard across the face, and left. Then I was walking around town and entered an extreme rain zone next to someone's house, and I was going to go inside when a girl under the tree in the front yard spoke to me. (I can't remember what she said.)
THEN Grandma was driving me somewhere, a few days after the smacking incident, and I saw him walking along the street. I knew he was looking for me, so I waved, and he waved back and turned around to head over to our house. But then Grandma needed me to change the engine in her car, so I raised the car up into the top floor of an auto shop, opened the roof, and brought out a fuzzy green brain that was supposed to be the engine. I tried to close the hood, but the roof got in the way, and when I finally closed it Grandma had to duck her head because she was sitting in the back. and finally managed to get it under the hood, even though there was barely any room to move outside the car. We got the car down and drove toward home, but I knew that Nathan had left because I never showed up.
Then I was getting dressed in a sequined tank top and a shiny skirt, and I kept pulling the skirt up until it was right underneath my breasts, but it looked fine in the mirror because that was the only way I could hide my panties and not trip over the hem. Then I went looking for Nathan, driving by myself in the car, and I saw him on the street again and waved, and he turned around to go to my house again.
And that's when I woke up.
I have no idea what the hell this dream means, or why I dreamed of Nathan, of all people. (Not that I don't like him or anything, but I don't spend a lot of time with him compared to the time I spend with my other friends. I don't think we've ever hung out one-on-one before.) It wasn't unpleasant, at least.
Dad gave me his car on Wednesday, and I put my car up for sale on Friday. Friday night the water broke, and Mark and Rob spent the entire weekend fixing it (it finally came on Tuesday morning). I sold my car for $500 Tuesday night, so now I'll actually have a bit of money, but I don't plan on spending a lot of it since I need to get a parking pass for this year, and that's $300, so I need to save it.
Yesterday was so damn stressful. I got up at 7:00 to make sure there was plenty of time to take Rob to the airport. We left at 8:00, and almost immediately I was bombarded with an alarm bell and a message that my brake fluid was low. So we stopped at the Napa Auto Parts store that's right by the edge of Concord, but they weren't open. I had to call dad, and he said to check the manual. According to the manual, I either had a leak, or my brake pads were wearing down. While I was reading the manual the store had opened, and the guy behind the counter confirmed it. So I bought some brake fluid and topped it up, and now I have to go get my brake pads replaced.
Aside from that, we got to the airport with no problems, and even found parking almost right away. We checked Rob's bags, got his boarding pass and my gate pass, made it through security, and found his gate with almost two hours before he needed to be on the flight. Thinking that I had done what I needed to, I drove back to Jackson.
At the time that Rob's plane was supposed to be taking off, I got a call from the airport saying that because Rob was an unattended minor, I was supposed to have stayed with him until the plane was in the air. NO ONE TOLD ME THIS. Not Mom, not the lady who gave us his boarding pass (who was supposed to, I later found out) - NO ONE. I had to drive back to Detroit to put him on the plane, and his flight was delayed anyway so I had a little bit of time. When I finally got back to the airport, I almost couldn't find a parking space, and while I was trying to do so I got a call from the airport saying that his flight was leaving at 1:57 and if I didn't hurry he'd miss that one too.
But I finally got a parking space, and I had to get a new gate pass, grab Rob from the Unattended Minors room, and we ran (well, sort of - fat girls don't run well) to the gate. We ended up having twelve minutes before he needed to board. Joy. This time he got on the plane with no problems, and after the plane took off I grabbed some sushi and green tea, wolfed it down in the car, and drove back to Mom's. I did some weeding, but I need to finish it by tonight, and there are at least four rows left out of six. (Yes, I AM lazy. I'll get it done.)
I'm going back to Grandma's tomorrow, and then coming back to Mom's on Monday for a fill-in office job. And the following week I'll be at Mom's, house-sitting for a week while Mom's on vacation with Mark and Rob's at Grandma's. (This is mostly so Rob and I don't bother Grandma when he's over there.) So internet access will be a bit sporadic, guys.
I think the dream was supposed to take place in either Jackson or Kalamazoo, because everyone kept walking around town. And the town had extreme weather every day, too -- I mean, warning signs of "extreme rain" or "extreme snow" were everywhere, and the weather started shortly after I entered the area.
There was a lot of flitting around in a parlor of some sort, and then Nathan left to go on Baywatch. I tracked him to the beach and watched some fat guy attempt to wrestle him at the edge of the water. Then I was back in the parlor, and he was grinning at me, and I smiled, stepped up to him, smacked him hard across the face, and left. Then I was walking around town and entered an extreme rain zone next to someone's house, and I was going to go inside when a girl under the tree in the front yard spoke to me. (I can't remember what she said.)
THEN Grandma was driving me somewhere, a few days after the smacking incident, and I saw him walking along the street. I knew he was looking for me, so I waved, and he waved back and turned around to head over to our house. But then Grandma needed me to change the engine in her car, so I raised the car up into the top floor of an auto shop, opened the roof, and brought out a fuzzy green brain that was supposed to be the engine. I tried to close the hood, but the roof got in the way, and when I finally closed it Grandma had to duck her head because she was sitting in the back. and finally managed to get it under the hood, even though there was barely any room to move outside the car. We got the car down and drove toward home, but I knew that Nathan had left because I never showed up.
Then I was getting dressed in a sequined tank top and a shiny skirt, and I kept pulling the skirt up until it was right underneath my breasts, but it looked fine in the mirror because that was the only way I could hide my panties and not trip over the hem. Then I went looking for Nathan, driving by myself in the car, and I saw him on the street again and waved, and he turned around to go to my house again.
And that's when I woke up.
I have no idea what the hell this dream means, or why I dreamed of Nathan, of all people. (Not that I don't like him or anything, but I don't spend a lot of time with him compared to the time I spend with my other friends. I don't think we've ever hung out one-on-one before.) It wasn't unpleasant, at least.
Dad gave me his car on Wednesday, and I put my car up for sale on Friday. Friday night the water broke, and Mark and Rob spent the entire weekend fixing it (it finally came on Tuesday morning). I sold my car for $500 Tuesday night, so now I'll actually have a bit of money, but I don't plan on spending a lot of it since I need to get a parking pass for this year, and that's $300, so I need to save it.
Yesterday was so damn stressful. I got up at 7:00 to make sure there was plenty of time to take Rob to the airport. We left at 8:00, and almost immediately I was bombarded with an alarm bell and a message that my brake fluid was low. So we stopped at the Napa Auto Parts store that's right by the edge of Concord, but they weren't open. I had to call dad, and he said to check the manual. According to the manual, I either had a leak, or my brake pads were wearing down. While I was reading the manual the store had opened, and the guy behind the counter confirmed it. So I bought some brake fluid and topped it up, and now I have to go get my brake pads replaced.
Aside from that, we got to the airport with no problems, and even found parking almost right away. We checked Rob's bags, got his boarding pass and my gate pass, made it through security, and found his gate with almost two hours before he needed to be on the flight. Thinking that I had done what I needed to, I drove back to Jackson.
At the time that Rob's plane was supposed to be taking off, I got a call from the airport saying that because Rob was an unattended minor, I was supposed to have stayed with him until the plane was in the air. NO ONE TOLD ME THIS. Not Mom, not the lady who gave us his boarding pass (who was supposed to, I later found out) - NO ONE. I had to drive back to Detroit to put him on the plane, and his flight was delayed anyway so I had a little bit of time. When I finally got back to the airport, I almost couldn't find a parking space, and while I was trying to do so I got a call from the airport saying that his flight was leaving at 1:57 and if I didn't hurry he'd miss that one too.
But I finally got a parking space, and I had to get a new gate pass, grab Rob from the Unattended Minors room, and we ran (well, sort of - fat girls don't run well) to the gate. We ended up having twelve minutes before he needed to board. Joy. This time he got on the plane with no problems, and after the plane took off I grabbed some sushi and green tea, wolfed it down in the car, and drove back to Mom's. I did some weeding, but I need to finish it by tonight, and there are at least four rows left out of six. (Yes, I AM lazy. I'll get it done.)
I'm going back to Grandma's tomorrow, and then coming back to Mom's on Monday for a fill-in office job. And the following week I'll be at Mom's, house-sitting for a week while Mom's on vacation with Mark and Rob's at Grandma's. (This is mostly so Rob and I don't bother Grandma when he's over there.) So internet access will be a bit sporadic, guys.
