dream journal

In my dream my step dad and I are looking out the back window of a house at a bucolic pond in the backyard. Suddenly a geyser explodes in the middle of the pond, spewing a column of what I think is oil, as in, black gold, texas tea....my thought is "we've struck oil!" but then the brown starts to hit the house, big globs of it splattering the windows and we can hear it raining down on the roof. It's not oil. It's shit and I'm wondering how we're going to clean it off with just a garden hose.

Also in this dream I am looking for a place to meet Chris and Jess for lunch. I stop at a roadside diner and walk through room after room of homemade pies and breads and rolls. Two girls with dogs are being rough with their animals, one of which is a puppy who doesn't understand what it is expected of him and the girl with his leash is impatient with him.

At the 2 Oak Road house in Santa Cruz I have been visiting and it's time to leave but I see I've left a bead mess that needs to be picked up off the floor...I don't have time to organize it and it's a chaotic mess. This seems to be a recurring theme for me. Often I am leaving one place and don't have time to pack my bags which causes anxiety and stress. I also know I am supposed to make sandwiches for the road trip but haven't gotten to the store for cold cuts. Under the sink in the kitchen are several open bags of bread and hot dog rolls, getting stale. I think it's a strange place to put the bread.

Down the long hall I realize room mates are sleeping in the bedrooms, men I don't know but I'm concerned that I've disturbed them. A dog follows me from the hall and I close the door. This is when I look out the back window at the pond with my step dad next to me.