I had two really vivid dreams last night both made me wake up angry. Here they are:
Dream 1:
I guess my mom, her should-be-boyfriend; Nick, Alex; one of my co-workers, and I were all shopping for Christmas. My mom and Nick were sitting on her car when she told me, "Mija, go to that pet store. They have buy one get one on dog and cat stuff."
Alex and I made our way into the pet shop when this guy who worked there came up to me and took me away from Alex with his words. He was trying to help me find whatever it was that I was looking for and hitting on me as well. I only knew this because one of the female cashiers said something rude to me as we passed.
I felt really bad for this pet shop worker because I had to leave our conversation, I needed to pee awfully bad. I asked him to direct me to the restrooms and as soon has he had, I fled to over to the door of the women's.
Before I could enter, I had to figure out how to use the machine that was there. (I don't really know how to explain it, so excuse me if it sounds ridiculous.) It was a gray box that had a section where you could insert money, both coins and bills, and a tiny screen that showed the price you were supposed to pay, which was also refunded to you, but the catch was that the numbers on the screen were constantly moving. (For example, you know when you put gas in you vehicle the cents change a lot faster than the dollars? Well it's the same concept except the machine in my dream would reach $50.00 and go all the way down to $0.01, all at extremely fast speeds.)
I had no change so I couldn't pay for the restroom myself, I needed to find Alex. I didn't want to leave where I was so I just yelled for her until she showed up. This guy came up to me and showed me how to get the machine to run slower for a little bit. What I had to do was jam the reset button and the numbers would move at a rate of two numbers per second, which was a lot slower than it had been moving before. Alex quickly handed me a dollar bill and some change and as I opened the door in my dream, I woke up and ran to the bathroom.
Dream 2:
I was at IHOP, working as usual when I was approached by this shady looking guy. He handed me a suitcase, presumably filled with money, and told me to take it to an address and ask for some lady. I held the suitcase back out to the man and said, "No, I'm working." "Just take the damn suitcase," the man said as he shoved it back to me, "and go now. She's waiting for you."
I left work without a word and went to find my brother, Michael. He happened to be at a sex shop trying to by a coffee pot. When I saw Michael, I advised him not to by the coffee pot that looks like the orange carafes that we use at IHOP, seeing as I might accidentally take it to work. He ended up not buying a coffee pot after all, and as we were leaving he said, "come on Joey." I turned around and to my surprise, there stood Joey. We avoided making eye contact or any contact for the time that we would have to be together.
The three of us get into Michael's car and I explained to them the situation that I've been placed in the middle of, so Michael decided that we should go together to the lady's place so nothing would happen to us.
Once we arrived, I went to the door and asked for the lady just as the man had told me to. The door opened and a voice beckoned us to enter, shortly after we enter the door slammed shut. We walked through a long hallway before we came to a room where the lady was sitting on her bed with another woman. The other woman took Joey into another room just as I was handing the suitcase to the lady.
I jerked the suitcase from the skeletal hands of the lady and demanded that she bring Joey back here. (Joey and I are not on good terms but I sure as hell wasn't going to let him die because of me.) "The suitcase or your life," she said, almost as if it was a command but I still held fast to the suitcase, and Michael ran into the room that the other woman took Joey.
The other woman walked out with not a shred of clothing on and no sign of Michael or Joey. She climbed atop the bed and crawled over to the lady and whispered something in her ear. The lady promptly left and the other woman began talking. "He asked me to do bad things to him, you know," she began, giggling in spite of herself. I stood there, speechless, and gave her a roll of my eyes. "That little Joey of yours is a feisty one, it took a while for him to want me, but when he did... he just could. Not. Stop." I still remained as quiet as ever because this other woman should know that there was no such thing as a Joey of mine. I didn't know what she was trying to do by telling me these things, but it wasn't working.
She continued to say the most provocative things about her and Joey, making motions and gestures, even sounds. I was getting fed up with her nonsense. It wasn't the fact that she had something with Joey that got me angry, but rather, that she was sitting there in her nakedness and bragging about the things she had done with the person who, at one point, was my future.
Furious, I ran at her and beat her relentlessly. I yanked the stupid blue and orange extensions from her hair and repeatedly popped her in the face. She was laughing, she was fucking laughing! How could I beat her to a pulp and she still mock me? It wasn't right but, of course, none of this was. The dream ended with me continuously punching her as she laughed at me. She won and she knew it, but I wasn't going to give up...
