Car towing and bloody trees

This was very brief dream I had in the early morning, after I hit the snooze button and fell asleep for about 15 minutes...

 I was staying with a friend and had my car parked in the lot at her apartment. I hadn't left the house in a couple days. When I did leave, I couldn't find my car. There were about 10 cars in the parking lot and the space where I parked mine wss empty. My friend said "your car may have been towed." She said it so nonchalant, I was pissed. I said "what do you mean? You said it was ok to park here." She said "well it's the commuter lot for people who take the train, and if you park here during the week without a permit they will tow it." Now, I'm really angry. I started to yell at her, as I'm thinking about how much money is in my bank account. I said "well how much is THIS going to cost me?" She said "nothing. I will call these 2 guys, they will bring out a lift and they can get it out for us. They will authorize your credit card for $180 but it won't go through and charge."

We walked to the rental office to ask about my car. She no sooner gave the address, when the two women in the office said "oh yes we towed that car." I saw the address handwritten on a piece of paper and they had some paperwork in their hand. Both of the women were wearing glasses, were about 40ish years old with dark hair but I don’t remember seeing their faces. More paperwork was strewn all over both desks. I asked why. One of them turned to my friend and said "she is not allowed to go swimming in our pool either. That car hasn't moved in 2 days and we found egg sacks on the tree branch on your balcony." They showed me a photo of what looked like tree branches, with large white tunnels on it about the size of a sausage. I felt sick looking at it. I envisioned hundreds of spiders coming out of it. She snapped me out of my daze when she said "you two aren't taking care of your apartment and you won't be able to use the same privileges as everyone else." I argued "but I don't even live here! The car hasn't moved in 2 days because I haven't been working."

My friend asked if they were going to charge for the tow. They said "I don't know. You have to concern yourself with getting the infected branches off of your balcony."Then, I was wandering around a hallway at a college dorm. I had just moved in there. I was looking for a guy who I had only recently started talking to, I wanted to ask him for help. When I found him, he seemed excited to see me. He had a short beard, a baseball hat and brown eyes. I didn't get a good look at his face. I asked if he could do me a favor. He said "of course! Anything" he had a wide smile. I started to explain about the branches and said they needed to be cut down. I no sooner finished my sentence, when he said "ok sure no problem." I asked "do you know what you're really getting yourself into here?" He smiled and said "don't worry about it." He asked for the address, and my friend was there with me again. She said it was at Seaton Hall and I saw a picture of it in my mind. I envisioned a three-story building, with white balconies. The vision was in black and white. I said "oh yea" as I remembered where it was, and we started to explain how to get there.

 We were at the apartment, and he was on the balcony holding the tree branches when he asked "do you know what this means? He took one of the branches, bent it in half and blood started to come out. There was an opening on it, that was darker brown than the rest, with blood inside of it. He pointed at it and said "this kind of infection can hurt you and your family." He had a look of great concern on his face. Then, I woke up.

Slimed

I was in the bathroom of my childhood home, getting ready for school. I had thick, straight, dark hair, and it looked great! The options all seemed good as I was playing with it and pulling it up. At one point, I had this awesome whitish blond streak that gave a really interesting dimension to twisted styles. Then, for some reason, I ran my wet fingers through my hair, and it started to curl up a little bit and get distinctly less cool.

And THEN I realized I apparently had some sort of terrible cold. I blew my nose and there was all sorts of green snot. And then it started coming from my mouth, too, filling it up, and I had to spit so that I could breathe. This was definitely one of the grossest dreams I've ever had.

"Tangled in my blanket of clouds..."

Last night I played the making-dinner-from-nothing-and-without-grocery-shopping game, which is always exciting, especially when you're starving. I wanted to make my mom's oatmeal pancakes, but since I didn't have any eggs, called her to see if applesauce could substitute. She thought it could--but then it turned out my applesauce was moldy, so I had to call for another suggestion. At this point she suggested nuts, and as I found some sliced almonds in my freezer, I proceeded with the pancakes and promised I'd let her know how they turned out. It was this afternoon when she called to find out how they'd been (really delicious!) that my dream came back to me.

In my dream, the glass bowl in which I'd mixed the pancake batter was on the counter in my kitchen, but it was full of batter again! I couldn't believe I'd forgotten to fry up the rest of the really delicious pancakes, and thought I'd make some more. Then I realized the batter had been sitting out all night, so that probably wasn't the best idea.

Then I was eating something. Pancakes? I guess it tasted sort of like it, although they were a little gluey. For some reason, I started crying, as I was eating. And then I started choking. I couldn't breathe and I felt sick. I ran to the bathroom because I thought I would throw up, although in real life I really never throw up. I was terrified because I couldn't breathe. I woke up gasping, with my heart pounding.

It would be a better story if I could say I'd eaten my pillow or something, but I hadn't. My bedding was fine, and, thankfully, so was I.

surreal

i wish that i could remember my grandpa. my dad's dad that is. (my mom's dad passed away before i was even born. i think in about 1975 he had a heart attack). my dad's dad lived until 1989 ~ i think. however, i don't remember him. i'm a 1981-er and when i was very young (maybe age 2ish) he became very ill and was bed ridden until his death. my grandma took care of him every single day. she never sent him to a home. talk about commitment! really the only memories of grandpa are him laying in bed. just laying there. grandma thinks he had Alzheimer's really severely, but i know there was a lot more to it than that. there is one photo of my grandpa with me and my older brother. i wish i had that photo but it's in michigan with my parents.

so the dream was really interesting because in the dream, grandpa was still alive and mike was getting to meet him. it was so strange though because it was like i was getting to know grandpa at the same time. it was so surreal.

now mike has met one of my grandma's... dad's mom. but he has not yet met my mom's mom. i feel like the dream was a sign that we need to get our butt's up to michigan so that he can meet her. she doesn't have much time left and i want him to meet her before it's too late. i can't change the scenario with my grandpa's, but spending some time with grandma is in our control.