One Of Everything, Please

I was outside on the sidewalk with Alex. There was a bar/restaurant/coffee shop with an order window on the outside, but also there were patrons inside.
I ordered, and food was handed out, set on an outside shelving area next to the order window, and a soda as well. That completed my order, I wanted to pay, but no one was at the window yet.
I tried to open the door to go inside, but it wouldn't budge, like I wasn't allowed in.
I could see in, the venue itself was u-shaped, with a bar winding around all walls except the one with the door.
Then I received my cup of coffee, and all of a sudden the rest of my order from previous just stopped existing. I didn't think about it, it just was no longer.
As they were bringing me my coffee, I looked up at the sign and realized they only accepted cash or checks, which I had neither on my person.
I started asking about ATMs, and Alex pointed a few out but I told him I couldn't use them unless they were Wells Fargo, because I didn't have enough money in my account to pay for the transaction fees at other ATMs.
I had assumed the coffee would be close to, but less than $20 since it was technically a fancier beverage.
Alex tells me to calm down, and pulls out a $20 from his wallet, and as he goes to pay, the gentleman says that it cost $62.80
I immediately freak out and ask why in the world it would cost that much, and the barista got defensive, and talked in a derisive manner about how if it's going to have 5 shots of espresso, and all these other added ingredients, it was going to cost a lot. It literally had at least one of everything that would logically (or at least dream logically) taste good in coffee when mixed together.
Then I attempted to explain, without my voice cracking, that in no means was I blaming the lady barista, but that she did not inform me of all the ingredients or the cost of such.
I tried to say it in such a way that I took the blame while still redirecting it; I said it was my fault for not asking what the cost was, but that I had pointed to a drink on the menu and asked her if it was good, and she said yes and told me some of the ingredients, not all. And she most definitely did not warn me of the cost, otherwise I wouldn't've ordered it.
Alex at this point had given in, and was trying to ask the guy about an I.O.U. but the guy was being difficult.


Later, now nighttime, I am walking out of this building following someone.
A friend's boyfriend or husband, perhaps.
We're on our way to meet others, and initially he's pointing out buildings and landmark, and it feels it is, and it is supposed to be Chicago.
But then he starts talking about Detroit, and I realize that I don't really recognize any place.
I knew it had been a while since I'd been in Chicago and that it's a large city, so it was entirely possible that I was in a part I just didn't recognize, but I started thinking about how I could be in an entirely different city and not even know it til morning.
Then he gets on his cell-phone to his lady, and I remember him saying something about T-Mobile, and then there's another girl, a friend, walking with us.
I decide to also call the lady, and in the process he lost connection with her because she didn't answer the phone with a "Hello," but was still talking on the tangent of directions, which she had been discussing with the guy up until his phone cut out. It seemed she hadn't even realized that she was now talking to me, and I saw he was calling her back so I just quietly hung up and she continued her conversation back on his phone.
At this point we made it to the library, and the other two joined up with more, at a table where one kid was already sitting. There was no room left for me, so I was going to sit at a different table, but before I sat down I heard two kids at a third table harassing the initially guy at our table, saying how he was part of their group, he should be sitting with them, and how that was the deal, they found all the information and he got a free pass for this assignment. He didn't have to participate, but he should be close enough to witness what they were discussing and learning. So he started to get up and gather his things, and I got ready to sit at the table with all of my friends.

I'm On A Boat!

I was on a boat, at one point on the deck with some minor criminals.
The bossman was instructing the other two (one guy, one girl) in their tasks.
The guy seemed to be sawing something off of a statue of sorts, and the first one he sawed off rolled along the deck and dropped into the water.
Instead of getting it himself, he made his lady friend retrieve it out of the water.

Then I was below deck, at a cafeteria style table, with a large quantity of people.
I was sitting next to a girl, who pointed across the table and to the left at someone who was meant to be Alex but looked like Aaron and said that she hoped I wasn't serious about him.
She made some reference about being drugged or duped into waking up into his father's bed.
It was meant as some sort of analogy or cliche at the time.
Then she pointed out Aaron, who actually was Aaron, two people to our left on our side of the table, and said something along the lines of how he's a great person, and you can't do wrong by choosing him.
And I just looked at her, and explained that I had choosen him. That he my boyfriend, not the other one, not Alex. That once upon a time I thought Alex meant something, but that he didn't anymore, and that I was realizing he never should have.

Then, and I'm not sure if it was the same girl or a different girl, but a girl nonetheless needed me to help chase down some puppies.
The one I ended up going after, when into a different room from the cafeteria area, and the only reason I caught him was because he decided to nab a scarf from the ground and start playing with it.
He wore himself out and then cuddled up in it, so I grabbed him and the scarf and brought them back into the main room.
The oddest part of that was that I recognized the scarf. Not myself in the dream, but my subconscious.
I had seen it before, but not in this dream, a different one.
Mostly white, with a pinkish-red patter of sorts on it, more old-fashioned.

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.

Photo Op

In a short moment, I was dumping the contents of a miniscule cloth knapsack out.
There were a bunch of different rings.
It was like finding a lost memory, they had all belonged to me.
I was moderately excited, because I was hoping to find one to replace my current ring on my pinky finger.
I dislike being without a ring on my right pinky finger, but the one I was wearing in the dream was either a gift from someone I wasn't close with anymore, or it just belonged to someone else and they were letting me borrow it.
Either way, I found a small but thicker pinky-sized mood ring.
However it was a little loose on my right hand, but find perfectly on my left so I wore it there instead.
And the mood was constantly a purple.
I have a vague vision of jumping into the pool while still wearing the ring, but what became of that I do not know.

Now on to the main event!
The majority of this revolved around a warehouse type building, but more like a storage-unit type set-up. There were other warehouses and sheds on either side, and across the pathway, that belonged to others and were guarded by padlocks.
Initially, there were a group of chairs set-up in a somewhat circuital fashion, like around a campfire.
There might have even been a campfire, even though we were inside.
I was sitting on a log//bench next to Alex, and he took my phone away from me.
When I got it back, I had found that he posted on my Facebook.
My status was:
"Kelly is a pyramid.
[Forgotten name] is a [Forgotten object].
Marsha is a book."
There were already a few "likes" and one listed comment.
The comment was from Marsha, but it read "What's with all the pyramids, Sierra?!?"
Except the comment was on my phone, but not sent.
(In real life Marsha and Sierra have quite possibly never met, nor know the other exists.)
And there was another unsent comment below it, from Alex again.
Another three sentence awkward haiku type thing.
Kelly was mentioned again, with a new object.
As well as two new people, also with other objects.
And every single name in any of the comments or status were all tagged.

Part of the reason we were in that warehouse, was that somehow I was granted either the task or reward of hosing off a friend with a pressure washer of sorts. And I was excited.
The friend in my dream seemed to be a mixture of Jon and Matt from real life.
Also around was Alex and Kat.
I was really excited for this, I wanted Kat to get a picture of me in action.
But I was getting a little impatient, because I had already grabbed the hose, and walked back into the warehouse with Alex. The J/M friend was already in there, but I didn't want to get started until Kat had caught up and could get the photo.
Then Alex and her decided food was a good idea.
She was sitting at a circular table, further in the back eating Chinese food and drinking Mountain Dew.
I had ordered food, but I was too excited and antsy to eat so I was just pacing.
At one point, I found a golf ball of sorts, and tossed it in Kat's direction.
It bounced multiple times, including into and out of  one of her cups (the smaller one) of Mountain Dew.
(She had two, one small, only half full and one larger, three-quarters of the way full)
We were both perplexed. We saw the splash, and assumed it had landed there.
But it had somehow managed to bounce out without upsetting the cup and land in her lap.

While I'm waiting for her to finish her food, I decide to take off my winter jacket and scarf, before I get the hose ready. I was debating whether or not to remove my hoodie as well, but I ultimately decided against it, because I didn't want to remove my hat just to take my hoodie off.

Bits And Pieces

For one bit, I was conversing with Alex via text messaging, about what the plan was for Thursday. One message in particular stuck in my memory, consisting of his reply: "Well that was the plan, wasn't it?"
Had I not checked my text messages upon waking up, I would've actually thought this had happened in real life.

Another bit, involved an odd looking hangnail of sorts, either on my thumb, or big toe. Or on someone's thumb or big toe, though I am pretty sure it was mine. And taking care of it was essential to some task about to be preformed.

Lastly, a group of people, traveling. We stop at a house, which I don't believe belonged to any of us in the group. Perhaps a friend of one of us, but I find that highly unlikely. It seemed that we were using the house for cover, to observe a coming storm.
However, at least one person was searching through the house, for something specific. Not just raiding the drawers.

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.

Rockabilly Restrooms

The initial plan:
Alex, his mom, myself, and my mom were going to see my friend AJ's band The Old 57's play at some bar.
We get to the venue, and instead of being set up like a bar, or even a bar & restaurant, it looks more like a VFC style reception hall.

There was an area for a stage, but no equipment is set up. The lights are ridiculously bright, not fitting of a show.
We find an open table, that would normally seat four, but pull up two extra chairs.
I remember at one point in the dream wondering who the sixth chair was for, and then remembering my cousin was in the restroom
However, the entire dream I never actually saw her.
I can't vividly remember who the fifth was either, at the beginning, but I'm assuming it was my friend Ashley, because she was there later in the dream.

The main four of us sit down, and start looking around, wondering if we truly have the right place and time.
In the far back corner, I spot AJ but with a table of strangers.
I see none of the other band mates anywhere in the picture.
At one point, I think I determined to go over and talk to AJ but that never occured.

I remember later, sitting next to Ashley at a different table, a longer picnic-style one, and then we decided to go into the restrooms.
I think Alex had gone to the men's at this point, as well.
Ashley and I get to the women's restroom and find it's like its own little house inside a house.
There's a sink and toilet, yes, but a recliner and a few other things too.
Like a mini studio apartment turned into a restroom.
Then for some reason we start looking around to see if there is a different door, that connects the women's restroom to the men's.
In our heads, similar to adjoining hotel rooms.
And it was a little hidden, but we found it, and opened it, and saw the men's restroom was set up basically the same way.
But someone was entering from the outside door, so we quickly shut it and backed out.
I think after that, our intention was to take over the restrooms with our group, and play board games or something, but that's when I woke up.

The Record Kept Skipping

Two main locations: An upstairs, carpeted locker room, housed within an apartment complex or similar; and wherever the hell my computer was - possibly said apartment complex.

I kept finding myself going back to my locker in the locker room, but each time my locker was a different locker, in a different spot. The contents were changing as well, although usually my winter jacket always made an appearance. Sometimes I was getting ready, sometimes I was storing stuff, but I never had a true purpose. I wasn't getting ready to go anywhere, I had no plans. And the things I was storing, I could've carried with me, it made no difference.

And in between random locker visits, my dreams would shift to me checking Facebook.
In real life, a recently single girl, and friend of Alex's, needed a place to stay. So he offered to help out. No big deal. In my dream, is was this situation, amplified.
I apparently was incapable of texting him or contacting him, so I kept checking his Facebook, and hers too. I felt it wasn't my place to interfere with whatever may or may not be going on, but I wanted to know. Just to know. Every time I checked (in between my endless visits to the locker room, I suppose) there was a different status update. Everything was harmless on its own, all ambiguous. Friends having a good time. But with my over active brain, each one caused me more stress.
The only update I remember vividly, was she posted photo of a wedding dress. There was no caption, no claim that it was for her, or that she wanted it, or anything of that nature. But it left me with an uneasy feeling nonetheless. And in fact, there was no guarantee it was a wedding dress, but not many dresses look like that just for fun.
It was a pretty dress though. Long, wide neck, kind of off the shoulders, with longer sleeves, but very elegant looking. And in the picture, it was fall, and windy, because the girl (or model? I can't recall who was wearing it) had her hair blowing in the wind.

Oh the irony, that the thing I remember best, is the outcome I want the least.
I could've done without the dreaming this time.

Segmented Reality

There were multiple segments, last night, from waking multiple times.
And henceforth are fading more and more.

First, there were three of us, surrounding a taller man, but sitting in a school desk. The kind where the chair is attached to the desk, and the top of the desk flips up.
He wasn't a lanky, but on the skinnier side of the spectrum. He had a shaved head, though I feel like if his hair were grown out it would be dark.
If I remember correctly, we were taunting him, or questioning him. I do know for a fact, he was not making things easy for us.
The last image I recall, is a butter knife stuck in the top of his head. But the consistency was similar to rubber, or perhaps the ballistic gel so often seen in crime scene TV shows. One of the other two had thrown it, and it had stuck.
None of us had expected it to stay, and the man did not flinch, nor was he hurt.
Something had provoked that action, but I cannot recall what it was. And only the one threw it, though we were all armed with silverware for some reason.

Next, I was in a room with Alex, but having flashbacks. I wanted to talk to him about them, but was nervous.
The flashbacks were either based on a dream, or a much earlier experience I had - I cannot remember at this point.
(In real life my dream stole the topic from a book I am currently reading.)
I just knew that these thoughts plagued me, and I wanted to tell him, but was unsure how he would respond.
My dream, withing a dream (or memory, perhaps) was that I had "gone down on" and sprightly red-headed girl, who had never experienced that before.
My dream was inconsistent, in that I was still dating Alex and he might be offended, and that I wasn't dating Alex, so he couldn't be bothered. And then, of course, the thought that even if I was dating Alex, why would that bother him?
I woke before I did tell him, but after falling back asleep, dreaming, waking up, and falling back asleep again I resumed this dream, in which I did tell him.
But I woke up before a response was given.

Finally, another dream with Alex.
We were in a darker, basement room, not as large as a gymnasium, but spacious like perhaps a banquet hall, one that is similar to what is rented out to wedding parties?
There was a TV on a rolling cart, reminiscent of high school.
I remember it being sunny outside, because you could see the sun creeping between the curtains.
There might have been others, but I know for a fact Alex and I were there to prep for space travel.
We had been selected for the next space shuttle mission. I don't remember what our tasks would be, or why we were chosen. Just that it was intended to last two years.
Again, I was scared. Leaving everything behind for two years. What would change.
And I was scared of losing Alex. Even though we were going together. I think my worry came from a short instant where he left the room and did not come back as quickly as I expected.
I was slightly worried he would change his mind at the last minute, but more than that, I was worried that if they couldn't find him before it was time to go, they would just send me on my own.
I was scared to death of being alone, on my own, for two years.
And there might have been others with me besides him, but...
It is entirely possible to be alone while surrounded by others.
And he was the one I knew, he was my security blanket in this particular case.
I could talk to him. He knew me. I just wanted one familiar face.