a house

I was in a store with my exbf michael. I owed him some money or something. It was uncomfortable to be around him. He didn't want to be around me and didn't like me. He was picking out something I could buy him to replace the money I owed him. He was looking at a watch and then this special golfing glove. I only owed him about 20 and this would all cost 45 to 50. I wanted to say no due to the price, but then I felt cheap.

Then I am in a place and moving and packing. I was stuffing foam and bubble wrap in a bag to throw away, but then decided I might need it for packing. Then a friend stopped by (he is in Hamburg, but was living in portland). He was asking what was up and I told him moving. He had his computer and I think wanted to use my internet. I just wanted to get on with packing...
Then in this same house, I worked there. I would let these old ladies in for seminar type things. There were also children playing in the backyard. They ladies would come in and sit around the couch. I ordered catering and this horrible food came. It was all kind of blah and brown and white. I helped one old lady sit down and she scolded me for not helping her in the door last time. She said you just opened the door and left. I apologized, but also remembered it was a day when the phones were ringing off the hook. Someone else backed me on my story.

Then I was having a garage sale of sorts. First I was going through my closet and realized I had a lot of clothes I had forgot about and not even worn. One was a kelly green dress with black ribbon accents, the a yellow and white dress that was kind of fluffy and cute, and on and on... all seeming from the 50s or 40s, but new (anthropologie like)... I was kind of excited, like finding treasures. Then we were also selling things. Kind of having an indoor garage sale, but then later it felt like just moving stuff out of the house to clean or paint. People were walking through the house and this guy (looked like colin firth, but was dressed kind of young artsy). I saw him and thought he was cute, but I knew we were not each other's types. Not sure why I thought this. Maybe a gut reaction because if he was cute, it would be better if I thought we were not each other's types to save me the trouble of getting rejected. He walked through the house, finding nothing interesting and then left. I continued putting things out on the front lawn with my dad (who in my dream was homer simpson). Then Colin came walking back on his way back. He looked right to my eyes and tried to make eye contact and I looked away and then back up and then away. I walked in the house. The attention was too much for me to know what to do with. I started packing up other things and two boys (family friends or neighbor boys) came running in. He asked us to ask you if you would like to go to dinner. I was so excited and happy as well as making fun that he didn't ask me himself. Then I wrote on a paper yes. For some reason I couldn't write well, but I didn't care. So then we are together, this Colin person and I. We are happy, kissing, driving around and so on. At one point I'm driving this odd car and something happens, he is leaning to one side making it tilt or?? but the car gets dented up and I'm not happy about it.

Then I'm in a class, lots of people . art type class. We all really like each other and enjoy the class. We are supposed to take a test, and I am excited to take it. But everyone has a test but me. I find the instructor and they ask around for one, but can't find one. There is a huge copy machine and Im thinking.. can't you just copy someone else's test? But I figure she has a reason and her own solution, so let her wonder around and think of one. She finally decides that I should do the test with someone. She tells the story and asks who can take the test with me (mind you in this classroom, there are no desks, no chairs. Half the room is supplies, easels, large counter, piles of paper and so on... the rest, we are all sitting on the floor.  She is still asking around to people if someone could share a test with me. In the mean time I see this native american type girl that is also a teacher. I see Pattumma (my brother's wife) and she is the one that gave Pattumma a test and is getting her a job. She passed (she recently took a test). Then the first lady is talking to some immagrants from? they are black but speak some type of island language. They are telling a story.. showing the birth of a baby and then the little girl continues the story. She starts talking in a strong, very low voiced new zealand accent on how she was ugly and always wanted to commit suicide because she didn't fit in, she wasn't pretty and so on... then the mother is trying to tell the story but her in native language, she is crying because she is so happy about her daughter.. she was in a disco and found music.. and it made her daughter so happy she was dancing adn dancing and pretty didn't matter anymore.. and it was silly to want to die when she could have this

houses

First I was walking along a construction site. It was in the street, but I was part of the project somehow. I was walking over some boards in business attire. I knew the workers somewhat and I was on my way to do or look for something. It was night... people were waiting for me. I was then walking to a holiday house. An old friend of mine was going with me. The house was rented to someone else, but we wanted to use the jacuzzi before they came. We were too late. We arrived and they arrived soon after. We apologized, but they were fine with us. Then someone delivered a musical instrument to the house. My mom had it and said.. I wonder why she (my grandma) gave it to ??? So my mom was fixing it up. It was a box andwhen you lift the lid, the instrument's back was the lid top. It looked like a cross between a ukulele and a violin. You played the instrument with a bow, but by strumming or hitting the strings with it as well as your fingers. She was also sorting out some pie. Part cherry pie with a perfect crust and part?? I helped her because I wanted to make sure none of the other dessert got on the crust. It was just too perfect and pretty. Then I was upstairs in a house. A guy friend of mine from Argentina was there. He had a headset on and had an appointment with a client. He was some sort of consultant/counselor. He was in his underwear, being sweet but also letting me know I had to be quiet due to the appointment.  A boy came in and told us something. He was a little brother of sorts. He said the tea was ready or something. So I went into the other room and an older smart looking woman came in delivering our tea. She didn't feel like a servant, but she was serving. Then I moved a teabag in one cup, so that a cat could drink the tea.

Indian man, new apartment

From yesterday


I dreamt I was in a cab. I had just paid the man but then dropped a pendant in the back seat. I was reaching down for it and in the mean time found lots of change and kept handing it to the man feeling like.. aren't you excited? look at all this money you didn't know you had.... He thought it was odd I was taking the time to do this. Then I left the cab and I was in a house laying on a couch covered with a blanket half awake. In the dream I was thought I was feeling the back of the couch against my legs and back but I was half-wishing it was this Indian man behind me. Then it was and I wasn't wishing it so much anymore. Kind of a 'careful of what you wish for' feeling. He was behind me adn being sweet and cuddly, but I wanted to get away, but had to be nice back. His son, a teen of about 17, came in and was talking. I guess this man and I were in a relationship. Something about it felt secure, nice, I had nothing to worry about whatsoever. But it felt like I gave up my heart and self for a feeling of security. I was clothes-less at one point and I felt the guy I was really excited about was about to walk through the door. I wanted to do anything I could to detach myself from the current situation to be with him. I didn't care if we were poor, or in a disaster, I just wanted to be with him. 


I dreamt a friend of mine's twins. the girl, who is only two.. knew how to tell jokes and be witty...


I dreamt about a friend of mine in Denmark. I got a job there and he said, sorry.. I have a girlfriend. I didn't care either way and didn't know why he thought I did. I just said.. well good for you....


Then the dream went to me getting an apartment. I was in a new place and wasn't sure of my finances at the moment, so I got a very cheap place. The walls were all unfinished. They were like brown paper with a bunch of nails or tack points sticking out from the walls. The floors were somewhat wooden but in other places like the walls with tacks or nails poking out. I was thinking, I need to get my money back.. this place is in shambles... but then the floor was smooth wood again and the walls didn't bother me so much. And the place was really huge and a great layout. I started dancing all over the floor in a full skirt that swung around when I would spin while ghost dancing with someone. I was thinking I should really have a party before I get furniture. It felt so open and nice. Then I walked into the next room and it was huge and beautiful. Dark wood doors and moldings, wood floors, large built in closet and two bathrooms. Then I had a roommate and realized penny was my roommate while I was in the first room and Kirsten was my roommate when I was in the second.

bits and pieces

This was actually two nights ago...

Event at a place. I was running it sort of.

Someone mentioned too the cleaning lady that she wasn't so grumpy. And she said that she is grumpy during the week but not on the weekend

Girl from class was the ? model at the event. She put on glittery powder all over to get ready.

repeating the dream

Night before:
I dreamt the other night that something was coming to end the world. Like we knew we were going to die, it was only time..... A friend of mine was going on a special mission.... he thought ... to try out an ?? antidote...like something that would keep us alive. I went up to him and his wife, she was giving him snacks. He was going to fly out in this black ball thing. And I said.. you know.. this isn't an antidote, they are giving you a drug to see if it will help you die easier without pain.... He just looked at me like... don't tell me this!  My brother was there too.. not sure of his role.

Tonight
I dreamt I saw an old bf from hmm little under 20 years ago. But we were good friends. We were walking and talking in a park in Portland. It was nice to see him etc.. but then he was wanting to be physical. He is married. It made me feel like then he had no respect for me... or his wife and so I wanted him to go. Then I was walking with my brother and just started to tell him the dream I had in the previous post, but then I saw my friends Kirk and Hong who were in the dream too... so I waved them over and was telling him the dream. I said the antidote funny by accident (with a southern accent almost) and then corrected myself. His friend said no harm in funny pronunciations... then I continued telling the dream and Kirk, again was upset hearing it.