Dream from May 24th

I realized I hadn't posted anything in a while so I thought I'd put another dream I had. My friends already know this dream but thought I'd post it in case I have readers I don't know about.

The dream starts and I’m wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I’m carrying around my jeans and walking thru town. My parents and sisters found me and tried to get me to go home. I said I had to go to work and since they weren’t letting me drive, I was walking. They all laughed at me. I said I just need to put my jeans on before I get to work. They started ignoring me and window shopping. I yelled at them to listen to me, dad says “Just go down to Target and change in their restroom.” In anger, I swiped the car keys from my dad’s hand and got in a car. It was a beat up old chevy sedan with the driver side door gone. I proceeded to drive off and try to get to the office but a cop pulled me over and made my parents take me home.

The scene jumps and we’re having dinner around a big table. Betty Davis is there but she’s actually Rose from Golden Girls. She said something Rose-ish and made everybody groan. Then the family started talking about me.

Mom “so what are we going to do about her? We can’t have her wandering off again.”

Dad “Someone is going to have to stay with her at all times.”

Becky “don’t look at me. I can’t take of her and my kids at the same time.”

The conversation got worse as the family started arguing over who was going to take care of me. I started crying and left the table.

The scene jumps and there’s a tall, dark handsome man with long hair (whom I don’t know) and he’s bringing in boxes into an empty room. I’m sitting on the floor in the corner of that room. I have paper and pen in my hand and I’m trying to write a letter to my boss, begging him to come back to work and hire me back. The stranger is just watching me as he brings in boxes.

My dad comes in and talks to the stranger. And I’m struggling with the letter. I had put the wrong word down and I couldn’t figure out how to erase it or what words should follow. Tears stream down my face in frustration..

Stranger “Is she okay?”

Dad “she will be. She keeps trying to write a letter to an old friend but can’t seem to do it.”

Dad kneels down by me and says “She hasn’t been right in the head since it happened”

I cry harder and harder and that’s when I woke up and yes, I was crying. I don’t know what happened to me but I know the feeling of the mental state I had in that dream. Thoughts all jumbled, I couldn’t do simple tasks sometimes, and with the family talking about me like that with me in the room with them… yea it was a bad dream.

I usually share my dreams with my family but I didn't want to share this one with them. It puts them in a bad light and I know this wasn't them at all. Besides, I think it would just make my parents worry about me which they don't need. So this dream is just between between my friends and me and you, the unknown readers.