Dreams: July 3
I'm on the phone with a potential boss from the Bear Creek Corp.,
talking to her about a job I might get. I have a job at the Post Office
too, I realize.
Mom is
in the room with me and starts talking. I wave
my hand at her to be quiet, for when Mom talks I have trouble hearing and
focusing on what the woman on the phone is saying. But Mom won't stop.
She's being very loud and obnoxious. I'm getting very frusterated and
angry at Mom. I finally hang up (after securing an interview or something).
I tell Mom that I really needed her to not bother me while I was on the phone.
She just scoffs and is adamantly resistant. I am very mad. I
slap her across the face. She just sits there, so I slap her again.
NEXT,
I'm in my dorm room with Carrie. We have bunk beds. Then I look
around and it isn't a dorm room anymore. It's really big with a high
ceiling and more than 4 walls (all a rich blue color). There are different
sections of the room against the walls marked "AA", "BB", "CC",... "FF".
People are singing in each section. The tone and pitch of their voices
determines which section they sing under. A big fat guy comes around conducting
a survey, carrying a clipboard. He asks me what my boyfriend's name is
and what singing section he'd go under. I think about it for a moment and
decide to give him a name even though I don't really have a boyfriend.
"Adam," I say. I tell him that "AA" would be his section (thinking it's in
the middle for some reason). The guy writes this down on the paper on his
clipboard and moves on. I hear him mutter that he goofed up because he was
supposed to ask about our mothers and fathers, not our boyfriends.
FIN