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Insomnia while Camping in the Rain...

In the dream I have insomnia. I'm painfully tired. I go into a 7-11 to get a drink. I think it's a monster energy drink, I remember the logo. At the register, I see it's rung up at $3.60. I pay with a 20 and the clerk hands me back $1 and the receipt. I look on the receipt and I've been charged $6.20 for it. Either way, I've been given the wrong change and I'm angry about it. I bring it up with the clerk, but she's indifferent and not too bright. She listens to my grievance but doesn't understand where the mistake has been made. Mom is there, by my side. She's unable to argue any better than I. Suddenly she's Dan. I'm pissed but I don't want to argue it anymore, so I leave.
Dan and I have decided to sleep outdoors for the night. We're set up under a tarp in some bushes. I'm having a hell of a time getting comfortable. (In the waking world, I had just tossed and turned the night away next to Dan who was snoring and taking up a lot of the bed.) I decide that we need to relocate if I have any hope of getting some sleep. We move out of the bushes, onto some grass under trees. It's more out in the open, but I feel better about it. Dan's out like a light, while I continue to toss and turn. I've lost my earplugs and I just can't get comfortable.
Other people start to arrive, mostly kids and teens. They're picking spots all around us and they're super awake, so there won't be any peace or quiet any time soon.
I'm so frustrated I roll over and start crying. I watch how my tears form a small river in the dirt and stream down into an ant hole. Then there's more water on the ground than my eyes are producing. I roll over to find that it's now raining. We're getting pretty soaked. Dan wakes up and he really wants to move back to the bushes but I just don't like it over there. The kids have set up some pop-ups and my sleeping bag is sheltered by one. Dan is getting his things together to move, but I find a tent pole and extend the rain fly to cover him. He's ignoring me, continuing to grab his things. I tell him that it's fine and he's safe from the rain but he's not listening at all. I have to get physically forceful with him for him to even pay attention to me. I feel like I'm scolding a young child.
We're safe from the rain for now, so we hang out and start to get to know the people camped around us. Everyone's in heated discussion about tattoos. They're showing off their work and I'm really impressed. There's some beautiful color and grey-shading pieces. I look up close to see the texture and detail. They're flawless. I get excited and show off my own work on my hips. Both sides are terribly faded, as if they weren't tattooed, but instead drawn with sharpie a week ago and now nearly gone. I'm horrified. I rub the skin, expecting the color to come back but it's just gone. No one is impressed, all attentions leave me and go elsewhere.
Someone comments on how many tents are lined up now. I look up to see an endless row of pop-ups, creating a sectioned tunnel up and over the hill. I comment out loud, "You think this is a lot, you should see Burning Man." No one even seems to hear me.
Dan and I lie back down, preparing to sleep. I'm still uncomfortable and now even more frustrated because I feel like no one is listening to me or interested in including me in their conversations. Dan has his computer and he Skypes Lisa and Jose. His mom is also on the Skype line with us. We're all suffering insomnia. Lisa looks especially stressed. She looks the way I feel. I wish I could tell her this, so that it might relieve some of her stresses.
Lisa and Jose are in the process of making foot-long BLT's. Lisa doesn't look stoked on this. I think she knows, like I do, that eating late at night is not healthy and leads to fat accumulation. (I think this crossed over from the waking world - where I felt really guilty for having eaten a whole bunch of granola right before bed.)
I realize I'm not going to get any sleep, so I get up to do laundry. I'm suddenly in a building and I go down to the ground floor, where the laundry room is. There's an apartment on that level, in which two creepy guys live. The apartment is hoarded and disgusting. I'm invited in and one of the guys is going off about how clean he keeps the place. I'm going along with it, until I notice the carpet. It's in impeccable condition and I have to hand it to him. They're smoking weed, but I get a creepier dirty-drug vibe from them. I leave out the back door to attend to the laundry and on the way out, pass by a guy who's been waiting to come it. He's nasty, greasy, with missing teeth and meth-crazed eyes. I see that he has a really sweet tattoo on his chest and I comment on it as I pass. But he's too strung out to hear me. I'm grossed out that my suspicions have been confirmed.

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