Bits of dreams, here and there ...

Okay, this dream ...

I remembered that I had a bird that wasn't properly caged and I didn't want it leaving messes around the apartment/house/home. I tried putting it in one cage, but there was no door and there were other holes it could get through. I found a couple of other cages, but they also weren't secure. I think I finally found one that would work, but I would have to fashion a door, and by this time the bird had escaped where it was and I would have to find it in order to cage it.

This weekend, fries are su pposed to be free at Burger King. In my dream I went through the drive-thru at BK and ordered a hamburger or Whopper and fries. But to pay, I had to go inside. While I was waiting, I remembered I had given Cayla all my cash, and I was trying to figure out a way to pay. The cashier took a long time to come to the window, which was secure like at a currency exchange (we had them in Chicago). The cashier started talking about my health issues and said stuff about diabetes and other things (none of which is diagnosed since I haven't been to a doctor in ages). I got angry and said I wanted to pay for my meal but had to explain about giving Cayla my cash and offered to write a check. The manager said they would only take a check written from my savings account, so I threw the bag of food (which had to be cold by this time) on the floor by the door to where the cashier was and left.

There was a quest and a guy came back from it (he came from "there" to "here"). He was famous somewhere for being in a band. But he was unhappy "here" (wherever "here" was in the dream). He was washing dishes for a job and feeling like coming "here" was a mistake. I said, "you hate your job and want to quit. Write a song about hating your job and wanting to quit. Your fans feel the same way. They'll love it." He looked excited. Then I said, "unless it backfires." (Because his fans expect songs about great things like slaying dragons.)

I was in the parking lot at church and Cayla had been driving the van. There were kids running through the parking lot as though it was a playground and I was worried about that as a driving hazard. (In real life, I always check behind my van for small children when we leave church. Seriously.) I noticed something sticking out of the place where the gas cap is supposed to be, but when I told Cayla to wait, she drove off. But I was in the back of the van now and getting angry because she drove off like that. When she stopped and I could get out, I started yelling at her. There was also a moment where I could see her from the outside of the van driving through people's yard. Then I started yelling at her because it wasn't even our van she was driving, and we had to get this one back to church so the real owners could have it and we could have ours. Some of the reasons I could tell it wasn't our van (besides a back seat that faced the back window): pointy roof, wrong license plate number and not enough rust.

So, that's my dream for today. The sequences sort of connected to each other. The last two were a little interconnected. There was more to the last one, like Cayla wanting to wear a dress that was a little too big and trying to use a large safety pin to make it fit, and I tried to have her use the pin where it couldn't be seen. And I think someone brought a miniature donkey to church for those kids playing in the parking lot. There was also some more about driving through a campground and in a Walmart and then riding scooters or something.

No, I'm not on drugs. I just have really, really weird dreams ...