Much of the dream was sequence where I was staying inside a bedroom (although the bathroom and stuff reminded me of one of those that you see in a camper or something - very small and very squished - only it did have a flushing toilet -very important!) of "Doug's" parents' house. Even during the dream, Doug's interest seemed to have waned. Through that sequence another came - I was living in my own house (much like I am now) and my mom wanted me to invite our family friend Alida to come and live with me. Why? I don't know. I remember coming up with excuses, but my mom wouldn't budge.

All of a sudden we were pulling up in a parking lot of a favorite restaurant. This restaurant has been in my dreams before. It's not a real one - at least not that I have been to before. Anyway, as we are pulling up, I see one of my sisters (I think) and an ex-roomie of mine, Connie. They (or is it just Connie) are getting out of a car. In the dream, I know that the three adults that got out of the car were current roomies, and they lived together at a place that's been in my dreams before, too - a big white fourplex.

As I walk over to say hello to my sister and my nephew (I really can't remember if I saw them getting into line or if they just appeared there, and it seems logical that I would see them)... I play with my little nephew's hand - how'd he get there? I then move to my left and say hello to Connie, whom I have not seen for almost four years, since her daughter was born. Her daughter is there, too. I say hello, make the common remarks - she's beautiful, she looks just like you, look at all that hair - those curls!

Then... all of a sudden... we (my parents and I) have left and are pulling into our driveway - the driveway of my parents' home. We get out of the car and I say, "Why did we leave??? We need to go back. They're going to be calling our name soon." So, we decide to return - but not before doing a few things.

That bedroom that I was staying in at Doug's parents' house is now the bedroom at home. I run in - an extra fan has been added. When I open the door, the silken curtains are billowing out over the room.

Once inside, I have the incredible urge to hide a package of eight Butterfingers. How'd those get there and why? I quickly run out of the house and across the lawn to the creamery (I grew up on an old - not functioning - dairy farm) and Mom was calling after me, asking, "Is this the room with your kids' stuff in it?" Kids, meaning my students...... I shook my head and called out, "No, this one is!" and I disappeared into the little room on the side of the creamery. Inside were a bunch of stacked boxes. I have no idea about this! *lol* I place my treasured Butterfingers in a safe place, and then I gather up Mom and Dad. "We have to get back to the restaurant!" I look for them, and they are out on the lawn, burying something or digging something up - it didn't seem covert, so all is well there. ;-) It's like they took those few minutes to prune some small flower bushes or something.

Throughout the dream I had a feeling of anxiety. Whenever Doug was around, I was fighting my emotions, wondering why he's not attracted to me anymore - why is he keeping me around if he's interested in pursuing other women - why would I be staying? I remember his parents coming into the room while I was "getting ready" for something, and I was frantic. I think it took me an hour to find a shirt, dry my hair, etc. I was very much aware that they might not like me.

Mom and Dad were....different.

There were recurring things in the dream - the restaurant and the ex-roomies' fourplex apartment, which in another dream I had lived in, too.

And I was obsessed with these Butterfingers bars. I was frantic as I was trying to hide them from people.

Good golly! I need a dream analyst over here!!

(I also wrote this in my Weblog. I couldn't decide which one to place this in, so I did both....for now.

P.S. I just had the kids do a fun mad libs type thing on Friday, and the one that we did was "The Craziest Dream".

Weird.