||[Dec. 3rd, 2010|09:12 am]
In this dream for some reason I decide to go live alone and my mom sends me to go live in a place that looks a lot like my grandma's house.
I'm there for all of two seconds before all of my family invites themselves over.
I try to shoo them all away but I can't. Still yet, I have work. So I try to leave them all there to do their business (in what is my house) but they're all trying to get me to do one thing or another.
John Krasinski is also there, behind my house eating from one of those gourmet food trucks (there is such a thing I saw a segment on one of those early morning talk shows) and there are also these random gay guys that dream mind has labeled "friends."
So by the time I finally manage to shake off my family and head to my car I see that there are a couple of things wrong with my car.
First, the drivers side is missing its door.
Second, the interior is covered in saw dust.
Third, there's a giant slurpee on one of the cup holders with a scoop of either ice cream or mashed potatoes and gravy, a fried egg, and a cherry - this is half eaten.
And finally, there's a shell shocked and sweaty fat guy sitting in the passengers seat.
I approach him and first ask who he is. He says he's a friend of my gay friends.
I ask him if he threw up.
He looks guilty and doesn't say anything.
He starts to get up to leave as I bemoan the saw dust but I know I can't be too picky seeing as I am late to work.
Before he leaves I tell him to take his damn slurpee and I get in the car.
And then I wake up.
As far as weird dreams go this is one of the weirdest. I guess my subconscious is telling me my family will never let me be forever alone...