I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately due to the fact that Tom has decided he needs to battle me in his sleep.  As a result, the details of my dreams are increasingly more difficult to remember.  However, there are some brief moments that stand out.

I was in New Paltz in some sort of outdoor library.  This woman who I would place in her late-thirties was there with her mother in her sixties.  They apparently had an older laptop that they were trying to make functional.  A friend of mine was working on the laptop with little success, and remembering the troubles I went through with The Stupid Box (an old laptop from the year 2000 my mother had donated to me) I tried to help guide him in the right direction.  Despite this, the woman’s mother was being incredibly nasty to me.  It turned out my advice worked, and soon the laptop was booting up with Windows N Edition.  I made some off-handed comment about how horrible N was, but since the woman only wanted to be able to use her laptop to write essays on and the occasional casual web browsing she’d be fine.  Her mother made a snide comment again, and the woman defended me; “I don’t see why you’re being so mean, she helped us!”  It was at this moment I realized that the woman was horrifically obese.  Her ass alone was easily as big as a television, and I could see some sort of strange thong circling her waist when she sat down and her shirt rode up.  In retrospect (now that I’m awake), I can’t help but wonder if the mother was sensitive to her daughter’s weight, and knew I would inevitably think cruel thoughts about her daughter.  Yes, I think about the motivations of my dream characters when I’m awake.

The dream transitioned to me being at my parent’s house.  I was helping to load up a car with boxes; I believe it was Joanna who was moving, but I can’t be certain.  Tom was there helping.  I believe my father was as well.  Outside by myself, I saw a van come careening down from Kyle’s (the neighbor across the street) driveway.  There was a young black girl inside, and I assumed she had stolen the van.  However, I noticed that she was banging on the windows and screaming for help– the van was driving itself.  It crashed into the side of my house, and as it tried to drive through my garage I was able to  run up and yank the door open so she could jump out.  The van was soon driving through the wall of the garage, and trying to run us all down.

It was no longer safe to be outside.  Something had happened so that there were some sort of creatures wandering outside.  Any prolonged exposure to the outdoor air lead to permanent brain damage, and effect similar to someone sitting in a room cloudy with bug killer.  Despite this, people did their best to get around.  Monogamy dissolved, and polygamy was okay in this new environment.  I have vague memories of being outside, but I forget the reason why.  I believe it was something to do with carrots and rabbits, but I can’t be certain.  Piercings became an obsession for people in this new world, including my younger sister Megan.  Someone I know in real life was on their way over, someone who isn’t a piercer in real life but in this dream was (no, it wasn’t Allen).  I can’t recall who he was exactly, but he was one of my boyfriends.  He was supposed to pierce Megan somehow, but we were too busy fooling around first.  As we attempted to, Tom came up on the sofa next to us.  He had suffered a fair amount of brain damage, and wasn’t himself anymore.  Someone had pierced his eyebrow (Tom in reality hates piercings) in an absolutely horrible way.  It was a strange sort of orbital using a door-knocker (type of tongue jewelry).  The boy and I stopped what we were doing to marvel in horror at this atrocity through his eyebrow.  I asked him why on earth Tom would get a piercing without me.  He just kind of shrugged.

Then my alarm went off.