They Stole My Car!!!

I dreamed I went to work in a fast food place. All was upbeat I liked the people, hated the work but was glad to be working. One day some of the employees were gathered around a window in front of the store, and I went to see what they were looking at. There were two vehicles parked on either side of my vehicle, one was a black 'dooley' pickup one was a green regular pickup. Two black men were argueing with someone as if they were being asked to leave. I was afraid for my car. But they left. When I got ready to go home, my car was gone. Now this isn't the car I'm driving now which is a green car. It was the car I had a while back, a brown Mustang. I didn't have the registration with me, and the police were not trying very hard to find it. I was talking to a policeman, had called Mother to get my VIN number off the registration because she had it, and was showing the screen to the policeman to see if the info it pulled up would help him. He seemed to be more interested in looking since he had more info to go on, then I woke up.

Falling In Love

Had a really good dream. I was in a house in a busy city neighborhood. An internet chat friend had just died. I didnt know the person well. It was a pretty day and I went out to walk around the neighborhood, stopped at a local eating place and was sitting outside at a table and a man approached me. He was a light skinned black man, reminded me of one of those 80s popstars. He was in bright colors, so was I, in a shimmering skirt and tank style shimmering top. I was playing hard to get but eventually he wore me down, he came to the house to pick me up and we went for a walk around the neighborhood, it had been raining and there was water dripping off a roof and I playfully pulled him underneath it with me and we got wet and was laughing and he was lightly kissing me and I was falling in love. Wonderful dream.

Another Visit By Stephen

Another visit by Stephen
I dreamed I was in some kind of building compound, I'm thinking a school. There was a retarded girl wandering around and for some reason I was infuriated with her and didn't want her to see me, so I climbed into what appeared to be a cupboard or refrigerator, a small cramped dark place and held the door tight until I was convinced she was gone. Then I got out and went to another area, looked like an auditorium. Stephen King was in there. I had a book in my hand and I walked up to him like we knew each other and asked him if he'd like to see a picture I drew, it was in the book (I can't draw). He said sure and I showed it to him, he liked it and wanted to show me something in the book, he turned to the middle of the book and it was like black pages with white writing, and lines like blank diary pages. l I told him I didn't know who wrote the book and he turned to the front cover and it read Ron Aikmen (the correct author's name is Robert Aikmen). We talked about what a good author he was, this Ron person, and I woke up.

When I went back to sleep I had another weird dream, at one point I was pulling up to some place and there were disabled people protesting in front of this building, I was talking to this guy for a while outside after walking up a lot of stairs to get to the building's entrance, and eventually I have him a sponge bath, he was very hairy and complaining I was too rough, but I was doing it on purpose so he wouldn't get an erection. I finally finished and told him he was done and I woke up again.

Stephen King

I dreamed I was at my aunt's house and there were a lot of other people there. I was gathering clothes to do laundry, and looking for the washing machines (it was a sizable place) when I got a small scorpion on my hand and it wouldn't let go and before I could get it off it had stung my finger. Instead of it being a bug bite type sting it had split my finger open, like a gash. There was no sickness either, just the injury. My aunt told me to put a bandaid on it and I searched the medicine cabinet but we were out of bandaids so she told me to go next door and borrow one from the neighbors. I got very excited because I knew my aunt lived next door to Stephen King. She had the key to his house because they were away and she was looking after the place. Me and a couple of other people, one a blonde woman who was my friend, went over there. We stood outside for a few minutes just looking over the outside of the house. It wasn't King's real residence but one certainly worthy of him. It was a rambling brick structure, dark and somewhat overgrown. We were about to go in when the King's got home. My friend explained to Stephen that I'd been hurt and needed a bandaid, and Tabby (his wife though played by a tv actress in the dream) looked at my hand and they asked us in. Once inside she said she'd go get the bandaid. The house interier was huge and dark in most places. We roamed all around the front part, there were hallways leading off in every direction. One room was like a dance floor, wide and open and I imagined I saw snippets of his books play out in the space (I saw little girls in pink ballerina outfits scampering around the room to music and could vaguely see a carousel making the music). He was walking to another room and I scooted up beside him and asked him something, I don't remember what now, just trying to get him to talk to me. He did, he was kind, but I could tell he was not really wanting to be sociable so I bid him farewell. I guess I got the bandaid I woke up at that time, feeling wonderful that I'd been so close to my mentor.

Reading and Sexy Clothes

At first I was in a house, or small room with a man, a relative I think not really sure. There were some shelves built into the wall and I had a bunch of books cubbyholed on one of the shelves. I had finished a book and was looking for another one to read, chose one about a giant anaconda, or snake of some kind. My mother was on her way home from somewhere, work I think, and I kept looking out the window watching for her because she had to go somewhere and I had decided to go with her so she wouldn't have to go alone. I saw her coming up the road, it was a very country, rural area. Then I guess I woke a little or something. Then I dreamed it was night time and I was looking for clothes to wear. There was a small black box, along the lines of the bins one buys a newspaper from on the street. I opened it and there were clothes in there, very sexy, and I put it on and went out. I met up with two or three friends on a city street and they laughed and told me I was going to be arrested and asked me where I got the clothes. There were boxes everywhere and we started opening them looking for more clothes but all we kept finding were small stuffed animals and other toys. Then I woke again