The Power of Water (Dream Diary #13)

We had to stop by the bathrooms. I really had to pee. I approached a row of stalls, some with doors, some without. They were all being used. I had to walk up and down the row to see when someone left as you didn't want to just stand in one place looking into a stall. Finally I came upon an empty one, but the seat was covered with urine. I got some paper towels and wiped it clean, when I came back to the stall after throwing away the paper towels, it was in use again. Frustrated, I turned to start walking the row again when I notice a whole mob of people had shown up. "This is gonna take forever," I thought to myself.

I then noticed a couple stalls that were hidden behind a barrier and quickly entered one. As I sat here relieving myself a person who worked there peaked her head in and set down a cup of coffee with cream. She was young, had blond hair and wore a white work smock. Just as I was thinking about how I still needed to stand in line to get some coffee beans, she peaked her head in again. She said, "The coffee here is awful. I recommend going somewhere else." I appreciated the honesty.

I got back to the car and my dad drove me to the beach where I was to camp for the night. We walked down the path that lead to the shore and rounded the corner where the view opened up and we could see the length of the beach. There were lots of people there, but no tents. I could pitch my tent a little further up in a grassy area, but I wasn't so sure. I also noticed that it had been high tide recently as there wasn't a dry grain of sand, which seemed a little odd to me. "This must not be the right spot," I told him.

We looked up towards the cliff side and saw a fenced in camping area with fire pits and a couple campers setting up tents. It was located about a quarter mile up and looked down over where we were standing. We headed back in that direction.

Inside the small office where you check in, I noticed a flyer selling dog treats. The advertiser was the vet hospital I work at. What a coincidence to see that way out in this location, how far from the practice are we anyway? Just then my boss walked in and was saying hello to someone by the entrance. We exchanged pleasantries. I told her it was my birthday and I was camping by myself for the night. We then proceeded out to get my spot.

I stood there looking over my options, wondering about the two men camping next to a spot I was considering. It made me a little nervous as I was camping alone and wondered what might happen in the night.

Through a partially obstructed view I peered down below at the ocean waves, strong and fierce. They were dark blue and gray and seemed to be fighting with each other. They were bigger than they should be and suddenly they were crashing and flowing further and further up the beach taking people back with them. A large, pink hotel came into view and started to crumble and was washed away as well. A woman came over to me and said, "There haven't been any reports of fatalities, so that is good." I was relieved, but wondered how this could be true when I was watching people being washed away.

We weren't sure if we were far enough away to avoid danger ourselves, so we decided to leave. But before we left, I had to go pee again. As I sat on the toilet and enjoyed the warm rush leave my body, I woke up.

Good thing I didn't pee the bed!

Collections and Suspicion (Dream Diary #12)

It was late evening and a bunch of us were hanging out in a grassy tree lined park. We were minding our own business, yet the police showed up and started interrogating us and leading us away one by one. I was taken to a man seated behind a cluttered desk of paperwork and objects. He was overweight, had glasses, was balding and sat slouched behind his mess, but looked up with a smile. He asked to see what I had to show him. I fanned opened the left side of my black sweater and displayed a bunch of Anime style pens, papers, stickers, etc., tucked in neat rows of pockets that lined the inside of my sweater. He asked to see a couple of the pieces and started looking them up in his files to check their value and authenticity. He seemed genuinely impressed and applied stickers to them once they were cleared. He told me, "I had quite a collection."

The items I had did not bear great value as far as I was concerned. He was making such a fuss, "I just bought that stuff at CVS," I told him.

Robbery and Squirrels (Dream Diary #11)

As I approached my house, I sensed something was wrong. There were some people standing around the front entrance, dressed in black. I think they were going rob it. I kept walking past as if I didn't live there and continued down the block, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, with my heart beating hard in my chest.

As soon as they were out of sight I climbed someone's fence and entered their property. I found myself on the top of the roof and proceeded down precariously stacked furniture and boxes, hoping they wouldn't topple beneath my weight. As I made my way to the front, I notice some small holes cut in the fence and watched a squirrel jump through to make his way out of the yard. I thought to myself, "So that's what those holes are for." I started to peak out of a hole that was placed at eye level. I wanted to see if the intruders were still there, but right at that moment the home owner appeared on the other side of the fence and closed the flap right in front of my eye. I jumped back startled.

When the coast was clear, I made my way further down the block, continuing to keep a look out in the direction of my house. Dave was supposed to be getting home, but he was sure to see that he shouldn't enter with the robbery in progress. A minute later he rounded the corner. I tried to signal to him, but he wasn't looking in my direction. To my surprise, he continued on into the house. "What would happen now?" I wondered. "Would he be held hostage?"

I met up with Diana and Christopher. Diana asked me, "What is your favorite dessert?" I said, "Chocolate ice cream on a waffle cone."

She said, "Well, I don't know about the cone, but I'll go get you some ice cream to cheer you up." With that she turned and walked towards the store. I looked down in my hands and I had a box of waffle cones. I tried to call out to her, but she was too far away to hear.

She came back and tried to console my worry with ice cream and a compassionate look on her face. She said, "He hasn't been missing long enough to call the police, so everything should be ok." She then proceeded to pull her medication out of her bag. One of the plastic bottles was missing a lid and was opened as if it were a bag of chips, torn jaggedly down the middle. She said she had to take the medication when she got nervous.

Stolen Suitcase (Dream Diary #10)

Dinner was over, we were figuring out the bill and sorting our clothes. My sister and I had a few days worth of clothes we were leaving at the restaurant because we had to come back and wanted to make sure they had enough outfits to last until then. I sat there counting out a bunch of $1's. The bill was $92, plus the tip, split between a bunch of us. My aunt sitting next to me was trying to figure out how much tip to leave and how much each person owed. I showed her my method of moving the decimal point and doubling the first digits to leave a 20% tip. My sister was watching me explain and had a proud smile on her face.

I really didn't want to leave my clothes, which included some of my favorite outfits and my favorite little socks. Then my sister said, "We don't need to leave our clothes because when we come back, we'll be wearing different outfits anyway."

"Oh yeah, and they'll probably just throw them away as soon as we leave," I said and happily packed up my clothes into my suitcase and set it on the floor next to the table. I went over to my dad and handed him my money.

When I came back to the table, there were other people sitting there. I said, "Excuse me." They just looked up at me and didn't move. I made my way over to my bag, but before I got there a young blonde boy with big dimples grabbed it and ran out the door. He got into his van and started driving away through the plaza. He had one of those work vans with no door on the driver's side. It was plain and white with no logo. He had a big smile on his face as he weaved around people and objects in his path. I chased after him. He suddenly did a 180 and headed the other way. There was a young girl walking along and before he could swerve out of the way, he hit her. Her body slammed against the front of the van and she slid down to the pavement. Concerned, the boy got out of the van to check on her, his dimples faded as did his smile.

I ran up to the van to retrieve my suitcase, but before I got there another young man jumped in, grabbed it and took off. "Why did they want my stuff?" I thought to myself.

Train Tracks (Dream Diary #9)

We were on a train my father had made to go from one house to the other. It just had one wooden car. There were three of us traveling. My parents were separated and this was an easy way to visit one another. My brother and I sat contently.

It was a long journey as we looked out the open side door at the scenery passing us by. You could see the tracks winding ahead of us in the distance. We traveled through green rolling hills with trees and lush grasses. I asked him where we were and he said, “England.” We continued along and the landscape changed to dry prairies. I watched a herd of elephants running. They had bright white hair that resembled long shag carpet. It was glistening in the sun and blew in the wind as they ran. You could still see their wrinkled elephant skin beneath their fur and the outline of their bodies, so you knew they really were elephants. I liked the way they looked.

We came across a black bison grazing. I grew concerned, “Where is his herd? He’s not suppose to be traveling alone” As we continued, the prairie opened up again and they were all there in front of us. He wasn’t far behind, so he'll be ok.

Party Crasher (Dream Diary #8)

I had just left the party and was driving on the freeway thinking over what had just happened. I had asked him if he wanted me to stay, but he just kept trying to get Nicole's attention, "Nicole, Nicole."

"Do you want me to stay?" I must have repeated myself two or three times. It was like he couldn't hear me and I was getting frustrated. Either he wasn't answering because he didn't really want me to stay and go with them to the after-party or he just really wanted to tell Nicole something.

"Do you want me to stay or not?" He said, "Yea." It felt half-hearted and as he kept trying to get that girls attention, I decided to just leave. It was too bad because I had hurried through the crowds to get to him and at first he seemed excited to see me and I was excited too at the prospect of what might be happening between us. He had walked towards me with a smile, but then was so easily distracted and had something else on his mind, without even greeting me.

I continued down the five or six lane highway with a couple lanes heading one direction and the other lanes heading the other. I passed a police car who had pulled someone over. There were also guys on motorcycles who were also police, but they looked more like grungy skaters or dirt bikers who didn't have police uniforms on, but I guess they really had authority. The were weaving in and around cars, trying to find someone to pull over. It seemed reckless. One of them decided he had to tell his buddy something and came straight at him. I guess he didn't realize this would make them collide because as he approached his eyes widened when he realized what he had done. They head-on collided and were blown out of my line of sight in a massive accident. There was a woman on a motorcycle right where it happened. I couldn't tell if she had been on the back of one of their bikes when it happened or if she was on her own. She became suspended in air with her feet and arms stretched out in front of her as she came off her vehicle. I watched her as she floated, suspended in mid air.

I woke up with a start.