nap dream

i was in my bedroom taking a midday nap (much like i was doing in real life) when something smacked me in my mouth. i tried to wake up to figure out what happened, but it was a struggle to open my eyes. when i finally got them opened, it took another several minutes for them to focus. it was a very frustrating couple of dream minutes. my eyes finally focused enough to see that i was hit by stuffed football that had rough, sand papery laces. my lip felt scratched and slightly fattened.

i was very confused as to who would throw a stuffed football at my face while i was sleeping and even more confused why anyone would be in my house at all. around this time i heard the shower start up in the bathroom inside my bedroom. my first guess was that my father must be visiting me and that i was still half-asleep and had somehow forgotten that he was here visiting me (throwing a stuffed football at my face while i am napping and he is on his way to the shower is something my father would definitely do). so i called out "daaaaaad, daaaaaad". and a male voice answered from the bathroom and said "no, this isn't your dad" and laughed. "something isn't right" i thought, and i struggled to get out of a tangle of covers and up on my feet. my eye sight was still blurry.

i stumbled out into the living room to see if my roommates were home and could explain to me what was going on. the living room was empty but there was a college-aged girl at the screen door trying to come in. she had a key. i stood in her way and asked her what was going on. she was annoyed that i was in her way and tried to squirm around me and into the house. at this point i became rather irriated and demanded she tell me why she was at my house. i said something along the lines of look, i don't want to be a bitch, but this is my house and you need to explain to me why you have a key. if you are a friend of one of my roommates, that's cool. but you need to explain yourself to me because I LIVE HERE. i was purposefully giving her the benefit of the doubt by assuming she was a friend of my roommates. my roommates are chinese and the friends they bring over have all been chinese as well. this girl was white. but she did have a key chain from the univeristy they attend, so i thought maybe it was a classmate.

the girl gave me attitude and continued to try to squeeze past me into my house. this time i raised my voice and stated in a very stern manner back the fuck up. you are not coming into my house without telling me why you are here. at which point she gave a frustrated sigh and said fine, sometimes i come here with bob, too. see, i don't lie about EVERYTHING. somehow i instinctively knew that the guy inside my house was not named bob and this meant that she comes to my house with different guys when i am not home. i looked at her a little closer (my eyes were fully focused at this point) and said something like oh, it's you. didn't we go through this last time. you can't break into people's houses to take showers and hang out. give me back my key now. she fussed about need to go and get her laundry first (she was also using our laundry facilities, she had really made herself right at home). i demanded she take the key off of her key ring and give it to me that instant. as she was doing this, i remembered thing that she was a very normal and pretty looking college girl who did not at all seem like the type who would break into people's homes to use their stuff. she finally handed me back the key. the whole conversation/confrontation took place in the doorway.

just as she handed me back my key, the guy who was in my room taking a shower walked out. he was tall and had a beard and was wearing a tshirt and cords and was in the process of putting on a sweater as he walked into the living room. i told him he needed to give me back my key and leave. he rolled his eyes and mumbled awww, man and followed my directions. as he walked out my door and down the stairs, the girl became upset that he was leaving her. she called after him in a very whiny voice, much like a spoiled little girl paul... paul... paul... PAUL!

and that's how i woke up.

i'm intrigued at how much physical sensation i am experiencing in my last few dreams. contractions, heartbeats, being smacked in the mouth... weird.

Around Town

Once again I was hanging out with my parents, and this time with my boyfriend. We were going to some sort of college sporting event--maybe football. It was fairly raucous and involved a lot of undergraduates. There were a few sort of closet-structures around, and I took a chair from one labeled "Communications."

As we were leaving the event (about which I don't remember anything), I realized that I hadn't returned the Communications chair, and I felt terrible. I had the impression that different departments sponsored these chairs as a fundraising opportunity at the games.

We strolled happily through a very nice downtown-type area, which I realized, upon later analysis, was an amalgamation of all my generic dream cities. I think it was mostly supposed to be Minneapolis, though, and I was pointing out various areas of town and businesses.

And then we stopped at a laundromat near a thrift store. For some reason, my parents (or were they my grandparents by then?) needed to use a laundromat. I started poking around the thrift store, having been enticed by shirts in the window that were on sale for $0.50. I picked up a lime green polo, and was going to get it for fifty cents, when I looked at it more closely, realized it was pilled, and decided I didn't want it even for that price.

At some point, I realized the store was actually closed and that I couldn't buy anything. The two women who ran it were rearranging and pricing things, but weren't willing to ring up any purchases. They had apparently just opened the store, and I thought it was pretty cool that they were privately running a thrift store to help the community, and not to have some chichi boutique.

Disturbingly, however, now it was my ex-boyfriend who was hanging around in the store. We seemed to be attempting to mutually avoid each other, but then he was lingering closer and started to talk to me. I turned and walked away. I woke up with one of those lingering gross feelings.

Wedding

My boyfriend and I were going to a wedding. It was to be held in a mall, and as we walked up a ramp to the upper level, I kept noticing tacky little "venues" for other weddings, some just in food court style eating areas! When we got to the area where my friends were getting married, however, there was a quiet, nicely lit balcony filled with round tables with white linens and gold flatware. He walked me over to a table near the back, and as we sat down I saw that it was by a big screen that was showing a college football game--I think it was EWU vs. OC (whatever those letters stood for; I think at least one of the teams was from the Northwest). There were a lot of players on the field, at first in uniform and then in street clothes. At some point, we were no longer looking at a screen, but over the actual game itself. In the stands, I saw a hand-drawn poster supporting keeping religion out of schools (it featured a large electric guitar, a trap set, and a Bible with the words "lust" and "lush" written on it). A girl with hair down to her waist turned and waved at us.

The couple who I realized were getting married sat at the table with us, and I was thrilled to be surrounded by such good friends. In real life, these two have been married for almost six years and have a baby. The lights went down and we held hands for a blessing. The groom's mother, wearing some sort of cowl, the bride's mother, and a few other women were singing a haunting song for the blessing when my alarm went off.

I hit snooze, naturally, which meant I also got to dream that a squirrel had gotten into my apartment somehow and was tearing around my bedroom.