Dream post!
--I was at some outdoor event and it was really hot and for some reason we weren't allowed indoors, My baby cousin comes up to me - he's six, but in my dream he was like three - and he's sweating and complaining and he just doesn't look right. I picked him up and immediately my clothes were soaked through with his sweat. I took him inside and laid him on the kitchen counter. I took his shoes and socks off, and the only thing in the freezer were popsicles, so I put some to the back of his neck. Then my dad came in and saw him and he called Brian. I looked at Ashton laying there, he looked so small and he wasn't moving, I got scared and ran away before Brian got there.
--I was at this little cafe by myself, but the way the tables were set up it was like everyone was eating at the same table. I was sitting with these three girls, two girls were talking while the third was just listening. I was kind of eavesdropping because what else could I do. A fourth girl came to the table, and the one who wasn't talking introduced her with the screen name. I recognized the s/n, kind of smirked, and they noticed. They each introduced themselves with a s/n and I recognized them all, so I said "Hi. I'm blondein2ways." The four girls were lj friends, and I won't say who and I only recognized one girl. The other three were just faceless blobs because you can't dream about someone you've never seen before.
--This seemed like a very real dream. I was in this place, I don't even know what it was, it looked like a hospital, but it was a permanent housing place. And you could do what you wanted, go out and about, but there was a curfew. So I was headed back to my room, and my forced roommate was already there. He was always there, he never left, he had some kind of potentially fatal disease. He hated his parents and angry at the world and he took it out on me. Always making sarcastic comments and picking fights and doing annoying things just to get to me. One day he was taken out of his room, on some trip for experimental treatments. There was this party for his sister that night, and his mother asked me to film a little bit and then she sent it to him. He got angry and started texting her, but I already had the phone again. So I started texting him and we were going back and forth. It was one of those real and intimate kind of things and he told me that he was going to run away, leave the country. I asked him to take me with, he said that I deserved a better life than he could give me and I told him that the only life I wanted was with him. -- I read too many love stories! I was very disappointed to wake up realizing that the boy's text alerts were really just an unopened message from my phone. I tried to slip back into the dream, but that didn't happen.
In reality, my computer sucks and I need a new one.