lizard virus

I dreamt that I was going somewhere with someone. She was this friend, although I don't know who she is, and in the dream she seemed somewhat of a new friend, because I didn't know what she liked and didn't. We needed to turn around on a road and go in the opposite direction. When we did, we noticed the road was out, as in gone. Construction was being done and there was no way to drive through. I was driving a small cat type tractor and my friend had a car. There was a huge, maybe 4 stories or taller tractor working on the road. The man driving smiled and picked up my vehicle with the claw and picked me way up into the air. It was kind of fun to be so high, but it was also like a carnival ride. On the way down he went really fast and my stomach got that half thrill half sick feeling you do when you descend in a roller coaster. I wanted to watch as he did the same with my friend to see if she made any funny faces.  Then we were outside of a house. It felt like it was at the edge of town, as there was a gravel driveway, and an unfinished feel to the edges of the property. It was also at the edge of a ravine or hill and you could see out far. I had my laptop sitting on a stump and was working on something, when some strange software popped up on my screen. It looked like some sort of worm or virus. I picked up my laptop worried and saw that there was a lizardy gecko looking thing under it. I figured it must have been from that animal. It was normal except for the back down the middle had a wide stripe of blue that wasn't like skin or scales, but more like a strip of technical hardware and lights. It was too bad it was cute, because I wanted it gone if it was going to cause damage.

I went into the house and into my room. I had made my bed and it was covered with faux fur blankets. An Asian girl came in, one of the home dwellers, and she was friendly and seemed to want to  help me. I didn't need any and left my room for a bit. When I returned, my blankets were not laid out. They were all folded but didn't look like them. I looked closer and she had washed them, which in turn ruined them. A mix of irritation, frustration and disappointment washed through me. I explained that these can't be washed, they need to be cleaned as you would real fur at a special place. One of the blankets was a silvery blanket, which would never have bought had it not been abnormally soft. She didn't seem bothered that she hurt anything. Not maliciously... just that she did me a favor and that was that, I should be happy. While I was explaining I knew it was pointless at the same time. It wouldn't fix the blankets. She wouldn't get it either way. Just move on just move on...

Then I heard a noise in my closet. Her mother, much taller and refined looking came out with some of my clothes... more frustration burning inside me. I knew to be polite and just listen and see what would happen. She was holding an elegant nightgown in white. It was beautiful, and in the dream, a treasure of mine... that I might never where, but I loved to look at it, the delicateness of it, detailed stitching, the sheer fabric... it was more of a piece of art to me. She was also holding another favored dress of mine that was meant for a formal evening. She looked at them with a raised eye brow and asked what I called these.... mainly meaning the nightgown. I said it was a nightgown and that it was special and never worn, but I would wear it and would like to keep it nice. More than the words, the feeling behind them was strong and solid wanting her to know that I don't care what her opinion is of them, they were staying.