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Yesterday I took my first trip to Glen Ivy, a natural hot springs day spa.
This morning, this dream:
My boyfriend wanted me to go in & talk to his mom for awhile. I didn't really want to but I went inside to make them both happy. She was very nice. Several other family members were there. We talked a little bit. She asked how long we'd been dating & I said like about 2 months but we've known each other for a few years. We talked for awhile. I noticed that their living room floor had two levels, like they had built an addition to the front of it that was a step down from the original part, and that the couch stradled both levels. My boyfriend was talking and he was younger than me by several years and he was tan and good looking with long sun- kissed hair and a great body. He didn't have a shirt on & I wasn't really listening to whatever he was saying, I was just admiring his tan, muscular body and his hair and how he was moving & I asked myself is this what I really want? A younger, hot guy, something uncomplicated? And I answered myself yes, yes it is.
Then his mom & I were in a store. It was Christmas time and we were looking at boxes of cardboard trees & comparing prices. After that it was night and I was walking alone outside carrying a few plastic bags full of things I had just bought. I suddenly felt like running, so I started to run & it felt really good. Across the street I saw some girls & one of them I knew from high school. I yelled out hello. I wasn't sure if she heard me but I was enjoying running too much to stop. I wanted to keep running some more but I needed to put down my bags so I put them in a big trash bin in front of the store parking lot. I turned around & ran back the way I came and passed by those girls again & I thought one of them said something to me and remembered me but I wasn't sure & I just kept running anyway. Then I saw a big trash bin behind the store and some people were looking through it looking for stuff to take. I got worried about my own stuff & ran back to the trash bin up front & sure enough there was a family going through my bags and taking all my stuff. I yelled "hey that's my stuff, give it back" and they just laughed and said no. They thought it was so hilarious & they were laughing and really enjoying themselves going through my stuff and taking it. I said "I just bought that stuff, it cost me like 50 dollars" but no way were they going to give it back.
Now a crowd had gathered in the parking lot. It had turned into an event and everyone was waiting to see what was going to happen, if the family was going to give me back my $50 worth of new stuff. The four family members were dressed like clowns or gypsys. The crowd of people were having a fun time. There was a van there from Jimmy Kimmel Live & the whole thing was going to be made into a big joke on TV later. I felt pretty hopeless and sad because it had turned into this big fun party for everyone and no one was helping me.
I ran over to a school and went in the library & they said I could use their phone to call the police. I didn't think it was right to call 911 for this & I was looking everywhere for the regular police phone number. Meantime Tom Cruise was sitting at the desk by the phone & the phone rang. I answered it & it was his lawyer wanting to talk about his divorce from Nicole Kidman. I handed him the phone and was still feeling pretty hopeless about getting my stuff back. I saw out the window a SWAT team all wearing wetsuits & hats of either NYPD or NYFD and they were all jumping one by one into the ocean. I ran outside & stopped the last guy. He seemed kind of dorky & stupid & I knew he wasn't going to be much help.
Then I was inside a building, maybe a TV studio. Two women were on a couch, one of them was Jennifer Aniston. She was trying to give me beauty tips. She asked me to turn around & she pulled on the material on the butt of my pants. The material stretched out an inch or two & she said that my pants weren't tight enough. I thought my pants were just fine the way they were & I told her that I wouldn't want them to be any tighter because if they were then I would want to wear a long shirt that would cover my butt because I would otherwise feel like my butt was hanging out.
Then I was at home in my pajamas and I decided to try one more time to get my stuff back. I walked back to the trash bin in front of the store. The crowd was mostly gone but the gypsy clown family was still there. Again I asked them to give me back my stuff and again they laughed and said no. They were still feeling happy and had enjoyed all the attention. I knew it wasn't going to happen so I started walking away and said something mean like "you may have my $50 worth of stuff but at least I have a life." The clown family mom said something like that they needed a ride and I thought that they were staying in the trash bin because they had no car, no money, and nowhere else to go. I was standing on the sidewalk and I saw a huge black and white feather floating towards my head. It was enormous - more than a foot long and about four inches wide. It circled around in the air and landed right on top of my head like it was parting my hair. I felt hope and I looked around to see who had sailed that feather onto my head because I knew it was someone with magical powers or skills - someone who would be able to help me get my stuff back.
END DREAM
because I woke up when Joey said, "mommy, I don't mean to bother you, but it's already 8:55."
