I was somewhere. There were a bunch of young people there, 15-20 or so. Way too young for me, immature, irritating, I didn't enjoy them. Especially the one that seemed to kind of like me from the distance.
Anyway, eventually I left and went to the convention. When I got there outside, I heard one of those female friends talking with my sister Bree near my car. "She did what with him?" I heard Bree yell. Her tone of voice let me know it was me. "Here she comes," I told Lee as we walked into the conference, trying to get with the people before she came. I got inside and told my mom, "Here she comes." Mom of course didn't care.
We had the conference. I don't know what it was, but it was a full gymnasium with flags in the corners, none of them the correct full american flag, so I wasn't sure which way to face when they sang the national anthem in the middle. There was white wine to drink. I had a little, but it was as disgusting as usual. Anyway, eventually it was time to go home. Or wherever we were going. I was going to go to the springs, another city.
I went with friends. We got to Highway 85 (ok, the highways were all unreal in this dream) that was over where in real life is a different one.... and is not the best way to get to the springs. But anyway. I got a phone call. It was some boy, probably Bree's friend, on the phone.
How are you, he asked?
I'm good, I said. I'm heading off to the springs.
Are you? Well where are you?
Near highway 85, I told him.
Well, how are you going to get to the springs if I don't drive you. he said.
Why should you drive me?
He laughed a little, kind of evil. You have no idea, he said, about your car right now, do you. Everyone else knows. But you don't.
I informed him that I had absolutely no problem with getting a restraining order against Bree if I had to, and I hung up.
And at that point I knew Bree had spitefully destroyed my car, instead of just letting me explain that whatever her friend told her about some guy (I don't even know which one it was that I did something with, since I never really noticed any of them, and just left when I could). I kept trying to call mom or dad to ask them to check my car, but my battery was dying, as was Lee's phone.
Anyway, I spent the rest of the dream trying to get home on a motorcycle. In shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. at least I had a helmet. All these blue cars on the highway were super rude though. I couldn't change lanes, no one would let me, they'd rather run me over. If I sped up, they sped up. If I slowed down, they slowed down. All as the lane ended. Very rude. The motorcycle kind of puttered some, so between the two I stopped and got gas, and felt so nervous riding a bad motorcycle on a road with crazy mean drivers in my shorts and t-shirt when I could get nasty deadly road rash, some stranger guy who I trusted immediately (and he was safe; I can decide this in my dreams like an omnipotent author can in a story) offered to drive me home in his truck, and my (now) dirt bike could ride in the back. Sounded good to me.
Btw, I have no idea how I got from Highway 85 all the way down to the springs. It just happened and skipped to the point where I was trying to leave to go back home. And I was never angry about my car. Just thinking, "Well. If those are the choices she is going to make, so be it. It's just a car, but I will protect myself legally, including getting police and courts involved." Which is an entire other level... but what can I say? The line has been crossed.
That's where it ended, with me with that guy offering to take me back and me just starting to get into his truck and my dirt bike in the back. Alarm clock.
There was another dream before the conference. It tied in. But I can't remember it. Also due to alarm clock, I believe. But anyway.
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