Oh, Ireland.

I had posted something on Facebook, and one of the two boys I met from Ireland (while I was in San Diego) commented on it, and we started talking.

Meanwhile, in real life...
Upon checking Facebook when I woke up, there was a post in my news feed from one of the Irish boys.

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.

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.