Don't Worry, My Car Floats

I saw Phoenix by the driveway.
The tall grass that grows along the side of the fence on the north side of the driveway was frozen, so instead of crawling into the grass to hide, she just climbed and sat on top of the frozen, bent tall grass.


I was in a large room with a group of other people, and it felt like we were expecting something to come after us. There were a few sub rooms off of the main large one, and multiple doors out from the main room and we were guarding all the outlying doors and outward rooms. At one point I was seeking out the room designated for the bathroom. I felt I needed to change my feminine pad but even with the curtain drawn I wasn't allowed privacy, a blonde girl intruded on me.


What I believe was Aaron's car was in the parking lot of an apartment complex, partially submerged in water from recent rains. I decided to leave it, and come back later.
Now, I'm in an apartment with my girlfriend (I am male) and for reasons I can no longer remember I break up with her angrily, gather my things, and storm out.
I go back to the car (once again a female) and see that it is fully submerged. The parking lot had managed to flood, even though it did not rain anymore. I know I had a plan on how to get to it, but I couldn't do it on my own. Across the lot, I could see a man going into the grocery store so I yell out for him. Initially he ignores me; I could tell he thought I was just some crazy lady, but finally he actually hears what I'm saying and realizes I need help with the car. Once I actually get the help to get it out, I finally go to explain the situation to Aaron.

Underwater Adventure

I dreamt that I had checked Facebook on my phone while in bed, and saw a post from The Bloggess stating that she was going to send out yet another Traveling Red Dress.
I was estactic. I missed the last opportunity, and I am fascinated by the concept.
I want a Red Dress moment. Badly.
I know I can make it for myself. But the idea of being involved with Jenny (The Bloggess) was a lot more exciting of an idea.
All I had to do, was comment on her Facebook post with a reason why I should get the next red dress.
I felt even more excited because at the moment, no one had commented yet. I assumed by the time I had composed my statement, others would have too. But to be so close to the beginning was just as good as being at the top for me.
So I thought it thru, contemplated in my head what I wanted to say, and started getting sleepy.
I knew all I had to do was sit up, get on my computer, and type it out.
(I don't like typing out longer statements on my phone.)
But I was so tired.
I thought, okay. I have to do this before I fall asleep.
But let me gather a few more thoughts, and think a little bit longer. Then I'll do it.
And then I fell asleep.


Now, I am in New York.
I am visiting my friends (Nick) Westy, and (Chris) Moss.
We were hanging out, those two, myself, and one other girl. But we were in someone else's apartment.
Perhaps Moss' girlfriend's, I think? (Wife in real life)
At one point, I secluded myself from the group to talk to my parents on the phone.
Initially we had been playing a game, I think a card game.
Then we were all sitting on the couch, and I thought I saw the girl crying, but she covered it up quick enough, and took her leave.
Then I realized I needed to gather my things, and go to meet Alex.
So I went down a few floors to Westy and Moss' actual apartment, to grab my things.
I actually walked around the place, looking at how it was set up, and when I got back upstairs to tell them goodbye, I complemented them on it, and told them how they had a better deal than my ex-boyfriend Sam in Chicago.
Outside on the street, it was sunny, and it no longer felt like New York.
It felt like California, and I looked to the West (my left) to see if I could see the coastline.
I was on my phone with Alex at this point, trying to figure out what streets I was closest to so he could pick me up.
He was there relatively quickly, driving what looked like a Ford Taurus, a blue one.
We continued (what felt like) East and as the road was curving, initially saw a green roadway sign that he pointed out to me.
Something similar to Oela, or Eila, Blvd.
It was mostly vowels, with an "L" somewhere.
For some reason we both thought it was amusing, and I recall thinking "elbow."
But before we could think on the roadway sign too much, the road dove underwater.
Legitimately dove underwater. The cars before us followed it.
But it took us by surprise, because until all of our car was submerged, we couldn't actually see which way the road continued.
The road was in the process of curving to the right when it disappeared underwater, but Alex swerved a bit too hard, and as we became submerged we saw the road straighten out but by then it was too late.
He tried to swerve back to the left, but we just went off the side of the road and started sinking.
The car was still in the process of moving, and I was waiting.
For some reason I was holding my breath, even though there was still plenty of air in the car.
I realized this, and started breathing again, waiting for the car to figure itself out.
It was my intention to unlock my door and pull us out, and I knew exactly how to do it, but I was waiting for the time to be right.
And when the car stopped flipping around, and settled into sinking upside down, I knew it was time.
So I grabbed the lock on the door, pulled upward, grabbed Alex right before I opened the door, and when I did pulled myself and him out through the oncoming water.
Though at this point all but our heads were already submerged.
Next thing I remember, is standing next to Alex on the shoreline, and there was a third person with us, a guy. Maybe he was in the backseat?
But you could see a vague outline of darkness in the water where Alex's car was, and there was discussion about just abandoning it, or salvaging it, etc.
The last thing I remember is looking at Alex and going "You're Welcome." with a slightly smug, but mostly joking expression on my face. And he rolled his eyes and said "Yeah yeah, thank you," but also gave me a hug.

Survival Of The Fittest And Pretty Much Anyone Who Isn't A Movie Star

There were a bunch of people milling about, some of us sitting around a watering hole.
Or perhaps a pool. Moreso a combination of both.
I was one of the group around the watering hole, my feet dangling over the edge.
It was like we were in a desert oasis, but behind me a distance was a wall.
More like a zoo setting, with that in mind.
There were a few people leaning against the wall as well, much like I remember recess being toward the latter years of elementary school.
And then there was a lion.
I was not initially aware of this lion.
I was talking to the person (a girl, I think?) next to me about my upcoming trek, and I was informed to wait.
She then pointed out how there was a lion by the wall behind us, back and to the left.
She said it was nothing to worry about, because he wouldn't attack us as a group, for how big we were.
But if I were to get up and leave on my own, then I would be putting myself in danger.
I glanced back, trying to be inconspicuous, and noticed that even though there were people against the wall only ten or twenty feet from the lion, he was paying them no mind.
But then one of them made as if to walk to the watering hole.
And for some reason in my dream, this person with this stupid notion was Megan Fox.
I wanted to warn her, but I never did. I'm not entirely sure why.
It was like slow-motion though, seeing if she would be fine, since the distance between the two were nominal.
But the lion was vigilant, and halfway towards us he brought her down from behind.
And no one paid mind to it.
Maybe we really were in a zoo / animal sanctuary type of setting. Maybe we were part of the "display."

There was a gap in time, but I have reason to believe that this dream was just an extension from previous.
It was still a desert setting, and we were preparing for a trip.
I think there were three of us. Me, a guy, and a girl.
We were inside a small building, getting ready.
The girl was weak, I vaguely remember talking of gout?
The guy and I were discussing how best to travel with someone else who had more experience, an elder perhaps? But we wanted it so that she would be most likely to make it there alive and as well as could be.
There was talking about hydration, and I can't remember if her condition warranted her to be highly hydrated before we left, or not at all because it would inflame her disease?
I just remember it was one of the two extremes, and I had to stop her before she chose the wrong of the two options.
I also was debating what to take, because less was better. My main contemplation was on a brown long-sleeve shirt, and green athletic shorts. And a water bottle.
I knew at the moment if I wore the shirt it would get destroyed by the end of the trip from sweat.
So to me, it made sense to start our travels in my sports bra and shorts, and my intention was to tuck my shirt into my waistband, so that when I needed it I could put it on.
I had no backpack to speak of, or any other sort of item that would help carry supplies.
I think we were expected to find supplies and other needs along the way, to forage and scout out the best options.
As hot as it was, I still loved the feeling of the sun against my skin.


This last dream, was definitely not tied in to the others at all.
Not even close.
I was at Alex's mom and stepdad's place.
I was sitting on the middle of the couch, next to another guy.
In the dream I knew him, and he kept almost putting his arm around me, but then putting it behind his head.
Like a tease, but I didn't want his arm around me.
Well I did, for the sake of comfort.
But it was the type of want, where anyone will do. I didn't need *his* arm. Just *a* arm.
So while I am sitting on this couch, next to this stranger that is not a stranger, Alex gave me a small box; a gift to open.
With a larger one to follow it.
The first one I open, and it looks similar to a pair of tweezers. They were blue at the handle area, and then at the top there was a little orb like attachment of sorts.
Alex's stepdad then asked, what is it as I just stared in silence.
I think I had an idea, but wasn't sure.
However, Alex answered nonchalantly "It's a sex toy."
Which I then felt myself blushing furiously and quickly putting the lid back on the box of said present.
I don't remember opening the second gift, but I remember the feeling of knowing it was more gifts of the same nature as the first.
And that confused me.
I did not know where I stood with Alex, and that made it no clearer.