This is actually the second dream I had last night. My sleep schedule has gotten off the past couple of days, so I slept until my normal alarm and had one dream, but was so tired and foggy that I didn't remember it after a couple minutes. This upset me and I tried very hard to remember what happened. I fell asleep again for a couple hours, and this is the dream I had as a result.
Note: Does anyone know if this is an actual movie or something? It's really familiar to me.
Namaste
Dream follows Jump
I've had this one before...sort of. I'm at a weird Gamestop/goodwill. It's a little different because there're items that weren't there last time. I'm with Ouka, and while he's looking at games I wander over to the big stiff they keep behind the counter.
There is a huge sealed box with bondage equipment in it. That excites me a bit, and I ask how much it is so I can save for it. Apparently, they've been having trouble selling them, so the sales person agrees to hold it for me. I only have a pocket full of coins, but I hand her my loyalty card.
They also have a movie bin type thing, which is more of a rental service. I see some interesting movies that have been returned, but they get pulled back to where things are being sorted.
Eventually we go home, and I've picked up a new red lamp. We are in an apartment I've seen before in dreams, but never lived in before. It has wooden floors, and white cement brick walls. There is a bed in the corner ish, and a small stand with a tv on it. Its an old tube television. I put together the light and it works for a bit, but then breaks.
I apparently vaguely thought about returning the lamp and saying it was already broken. But I immediately turned that idea down. I don't want to be that jerk who does that to other people.
At some point, my dad comes over. Don't remember why. I end up teasing Ouka about the fact that we could watch this trilogy of movies. I think it was called "The Faire, parts 1, 2, and 3." I know that it had three parts, but I don't exactly remember the title. This bit of the dream was very foggy because it was shifting into the movie itself.
I've either seen, or dealt with the rest of the dream before, I didn't get to finish it because the dogs woke me up, but I know what was supposed to happen. I'm myself as well as some of the characters in the movie. It's a constant perspective switch.
I'm with a family in the apartment from before. Its got more stuff and rooms in it. And in the kitchen there's a window that can be opened to a neighbor's apartment. The mother has short blonde hair, with a worn and wispy look to her. The father is more funloving and seems carefree, though he does have stress behind his eyes. There are 2-3 kids, maybe four, I don't exactly remember. One's a young girl with brown wavy hair, she has to be about 5 or 6. Then there's at least one boy who's 6 or 7. I think there's an older girl and boy as well, but I don't remember them as much. I am part of the dream and not at the same time.
The father is taking the kids out somewhere, and the mother stays behind. When we go down to the front of the building, we meet with two men in black suits with a black car. One of them is bald, and larger, and the other has shoulderlength brown hair, and is skinnier, but well built. My view is from within the back seat of the car.
There is a gunshot, and the youngest girl has shot through the back windows. I see her through the window pointing the gun at me, she looks determined. The first window cracks more than the second, but both windows remain intact. I am fine, the bullet never hit me. The bald man says that the gunshot on the far side looks awesome and he wants to keep the look. As he shuts the door, I notice white words on the top and one side of the window. I don't know what they say, but the gunshot effect does interact nicely.
We get in the backseat, and the long-haired man is upset about the fact that the girl had shot the gun. He is talking on a cell phone and says she shouldn't have been able to do that. He's looking at me as he's talking and I buckle up my seatbelt. I am now on the right side of the car, sitting by the window. The belt is giving me trouble and I end up moving the seat slightly so it all works. I don't think that was supposed to happen either. I feel like I'm the little girl, and myself at the same time.
The father has disappeared as they drive us away. We pass by a parade on the beach and all the kids want to stop. They agree, and we end up sitting on the drivers side of the car. The parade has people dressed up as unicorns and other creatures. It looks a little weird and offputting. I am myself again, and sitting between the little girl on my right, and one of the boys to my left. The other two children are on my left as well. The little girl has slices of American cheese that she's unwrapped and starts forcing on everyone. I take the two pieces she gives me and suggest everyone else do the same. She's a little unstable.
Another girl has come up as the little one is passing out cheese. She comes up to me, and I notice she's next to the bullet hole, and I don't want her to get cut on the glass. I say she should probably move away from there, and point to the bullet hole. She looks hurt because I think she was interested in me, and she walks away leaving me feeling upset. The men, including the father are all discussing the safehouse they'll need to go to. They mention there's an apartment that has been given to someone. I can't make out the name.
The dream shifts and I'm back at the apartment with the mother. I know what's going to happen before it happens at this point. She's working on dinner, and making dough for pizza. She has it wrapped up in parchment paper, and talking to herself. She doesn't notice I'm there at all. She thinks the kids are getting their wisdom teeth pulled out, but doesn't know what that means. she looks it up on the computer and gets increasingly upset because "they'll have to have a liquid diet, and not pizza!"
The window to the next apartment is open, and a ginger guy in his mid-twenties is at the window. He's wearing a light green shirt, has short hair, and is kindof an ass. She tells him to go away, but he doesn't leave. You can tell he's interested in her. He apologizes for throwing a towel at the house, and starts talking about how he's going to leave soon. He says "I've given the apartment to Kaus(??I think??) and I'll be leaving in the morning."
The mother is leaning on a metal shelf with pots and pans and looking at him thoughtfully. She doesn't want him to go.
As this conversation is going on, I am messing with the dough. It is extremely sticky, and won't work properly. I walk over to another shelf to get some flour, and get distracted by a form that needs to be filled out on a computer. I start typing that my influences range from an artist whose last name begins with an A (I don't remember now) Sarah Brightman, and Idina Menzel, At this point I woke up.
However I know what's going to happen, I knew back with the children on the beach, and while the conversation was going on with the neighbor. The mother is going to leave the family forever, and the neighbor's apartment is the safehouse.
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