Expiration Date

I was laying in my bed, which was actually my old waterbed.
It was in the middle of my room, not up against any walls whatsoever, but similar to how my bed is now.
The headboard closest to the east side of the room, with the window behind.
My cat was sleeping towards the foot of my bed, kind of in the corner of it.
And also, at the foot of my bed, were about six or seven hard-boiled eggs.
There was a cup from Jamba Juice, as well. Though I believe it was at the foot of my bed, on the floor.
For some reason I must've really needed protein.
The Jamba Juice was old, really old. But I was convinced that it was still healthy, that it couldn't go bad.
It had lost its volume, and when I went to drink it, it was only the amount of one swallow.
But it tasted fine, and I drank it.
I also went about collecting the eggs.
One of them, I saw the majority of a shell, but cracked, and empty inside.
So I assumed I would find somewhere a hard-boiled egg without a shell, but all the ones I grabbed still had shells on them.
I don't recall eating the eggs, but I'm not sure what happened to them.
After that, I guess I was feeling a bit riled up, because I started looking for my current sex toy.
What it actually was, I do not know, only that I was looking for it.
I remember thinking that maybe it fell down between the actual water bed, and the frame.
So I lifted up the corners (as best you can a jiggly water-filled thing) looking, and the corner my cat was in, I started to lower it back down, but I saw it was going to upset her balance and either squish her a smidgen or roll her upside down, so I re-adjusted and went to lower it again.
And the entire time, she slept thru it.

Supercharged

I've waited all day, to see if my memory would redeem itself, but it did not.

I can only remember one thing about my dream.
I woke up, and was reaching for, or looking at, one of the three things I had charging, near my head.
In real life, I have a charger for my phone near my bed.
In my dream, it was the same set up, except the charger was three-pronged, and not only was I charging my current phone, I was charging my old phone (which is now used as a stand-in mp3 player), and one other item I cannot recall.

How Does One Title A Dream?

I was in this immense house, belonging to an particular Aunt that I see less often than others.
A beautiful, elaborate place, with memorably high-ceilings.

I remember coming around a wall, a bookcase perhaps, given it's odd placement.
And I was twirling. I might've been carrying something that upset my balance.
Or perhaps I was just reveling in the carelessness that young girls do.
But I couldn't stop in time, and bumped into an enlarged version of a privacy screen, meant for decorative purposes.

I was certain it would fall, but it didn't.
From there I found a carpeted staircase, which was my intended destination.
So I climbed.
It led to a loft area, with an immense bed//mattress that angled downward, jutting out over the room below in which I came from.
There were other, misplaced stairs, that I could see under and to the left of the mattress.
No access, no purpose. They were just there.

The mattress itself was not angled enough to be threatening, but called for caution nonetheless.
I started to climb on, it was like difficult to navigate, much like a waterbed. Except there was no water.
I had worked my way onto the mattress enough, that although it felt like I was lacking support behind me, I felt that logically I was safe.
Not the case, I felt myself starting to hang over the edge, dangling above the room below, but managed to pull myself back up.
After that, my only goal was to reach the middle, the obvious place of safety.
However, the bed felt that this was not meant to be an easy task, and I woke up from thoughts of wrestling my way to the center but never actually making it.