My dream last night began in a very busy setting. I was in some sort of bar/club, and for the first few minutes I was just a guest there. The room was a large square, and as you walked in the door you noticed that chairs lined the walls, the back right corner held the bar, and there were barstools surrounding the counter. A few televisions were mounted around the room, displaying different channels, but there was music playing as well. The weird thing about this "bar" is that they only served water. There were plenty of variations of water, in fancy bottles and such, and you could order it in a glass, in a plastic cup, in a plastic bottle... however you wanted it. But it was all nothing but water.
Once I had an understanding of the place, I realized that I was suddenly a waitress there. I was standing by the bar, preparing to take a tray of glasses across the room. I was nervous though, because the place was packed. It was like I was new to the place, still learning the ropes, and afraid that I was going to mess up.
After a while of serving, I either went on break or my shift ended. Either way, I went around to the back wall and sat down next to a few girls that I was apparently friends with. The place was still busy, but the center of the floor on this side of the club had more space to it, and there were a few groups of people dancing in the center, but the way was clear enough that I was able to see the people sitting on the opposite wall. One boy stood out a bit... but that was mostly because he was staring at me. He was cute enough, not too tall but still taller than me, thin, with short clean light brown hair. He seemed to be casually glancing at me every few seconds, and I was feeling extremely self conscious because of it. It wasn't long before he stood up and walked across the room to talk to me. A quick glance shot at my fellow girls had us all giggling a bit, as they pretended to mind their own business. He didn't seem too sure of himself when he got closer to me, and started to hold out his hand in greeting but didn't raise it quite all the way. I reached up to take his hand in return greeting, but since he hadn't reached all the way out to me, I also started to pull back, and in the end I think I just ended up taking his hand gently and guiding him as he leaned over beside me. He was moving to whisper something to me, and I tried to smile, to be friendly, attempting to give him some sort of sign that I was glad he came over. I lost all semblance of a smile once he began to speak.
All he said was a single, short sentence. "Um, your bra is kinda slipping down you know, it's pushing you up kinda oddly." I stared down at my chest in humiliation. It wasn't that my bra was slipping down, it was that throughout all the movement of the day, I had apparently lifted my arms up at some point, which in turn lifted my breasts up slightly as well. When I had lowered my arms, my breasts made to settle back into my bra, but the top of the bra was still trying to "hold me in" which ended in my breasts basically being half-held, and the top part of them bulging out of the bra a bit. It was actually a very normal thing to see, as it happens to all women, and usually women notice it and will "adjust" to sort it out. Well, apparently it hadn't happened all at once, but gradually throughout the day (also normal) and this boy saw it first.
I gave him a sort of half-smile, and sat back in my chair, pulling my legs up to my chest and turning towards the other girls. The boy got up and walked back over to where he had been sitting, and was still glancing at me from time to time. So apparently he did still like me in some way, but what? Was he too busy staring at my chest to actually talk to me? Did he want to just sit across the room, staring at my chest, but he wanted them to be sitting just perfectly for him to admire them? Honestly, I was far from understanding in that moment. The girls turned around to talk to me, and we sat there for a while discussing (and complaining about) boys' behavior. My self consciousness was driving me crazy, but in those moments, I could lose myself in the normalcy and social interaction of being with other girls my age; I felt normal, I felt accepted, and I felt like a part of something. Screw that kid, he didn't know what he was missing out on! If my chest was the only thing he wanted to worry himself with, that was his loss!
Next thing I knew, the dream changed. I was back home, in my normal life. I was married to my wonderful hubby, I had my two beautiful boys, and we lived in this house. It was night, and the boys were in bed, and I heard a noise outside. I walked out the front door, and began looking around. It was pitch black outside the yard, which was barely illuminated by the front porch light. I dont know how I missed it the first time I looked around, but suddenly I realized that right in front of me, there was a van who had driven right through our front fence! The hood of the van was in the yard, the fence busted and pushed up around it, and yet the vehicle wasn't dented and didnt have a single scratch on it. I guess that was the *hint* that it was only a dream.
I looked out beyond the fence and beyond my own truck and saw another vehicle parked outside. A few people got out of it and walked up to me. There was a man and a woman for sure, and I think there was a third person but they didn't have any definite roll in the dream.
The man was telling me how he had spoken to my hubby about purchasing an old vehicle we were selling. He said, "We were supposed to come out to pick up the old Jeep." I had absolutely no knowledge of such a thing, nor any knowledge of us ever owning a Jeep, so I asked the man to please wait a minute while I called Mike. It was the middle of the night, but Mike was still at work, getting in lots of overtime. He would most likely be there till the following evening. David had woken up during this time, and I picked him up and held him while I was waiting for Mike to answer his phone.
The woman, during this time, was being an absolutely disrespectful -- well, I won't use that kind of language here, but I will say that I wanted to kick her. Hard. She thought that just because I was on the phone, I couldnt hear her whispering to the other person about how she didn't like kids, and that little kids especially were so annoying and worthless; they couldn't understand anything, had no communication skills, and were loud and filthy and she wished I would put mine back to bed so she didn't have to deal with him if he started crying. I wanted to scream at her just how far from the truth she was, but I thought that perhaps the better way to get rid of them would be to get this whole ordeal straightened out.
I heard someone answer the phone, but it wasn't my hubby. It was his friend from work instead, answering because hubby was up on a power line working hard and had asked his friend to answer for him. I explained the situation a bit, telling him that these people were here to pick up a vehicle that (clearly) was not at the house. His friend apologized, and said that he knew this must be difficult for me, being put in the middle, but that it would be alright. He said he'd do what he could to fix it, and not to worry.
I told the man that Mike unfortunately would not be able to make it, but that we'd see what we could do about finding the vehicle now, and that perhaps I could drive us over to it once we found it. The man started recalling any conversations he had with Mike about it, and it was determined that the Jeep must have been parked along the road, in the thick of the woods, in Woodway. I thought that was only the name of a road in town, and not an actual place itself, but whether I was right or not, it was a dream, this Jeep could have been anywhere. The man continued talking, about how he needed the Jeep to drive around the protected zoo grounds while checking on the animals of the reservation. Seemed a noble enough cause. I didn't really care what he needed it for, I just wanted to get rid of these people.
I went and set up my GPS, and Levi woke up just in time, so I didnt have to wake him. Naturally the woman had a few muttered complaints, but she would just have to deal. I loaded up the kids in the truck, these strangers got in beside us, and we drove off into the night.
That was it. I'm sure there was more, but my mind didn't let me remember it when I woke up. It seemed to end right there.
