The following dream sequence sucked. It wasn’t nice, but something tells me my subconscious is trying to send me a miserable message.
I don’t remember a lot, except the fact that I was being taken to a ‘rest’ house – for the mentally stressed. My best friend, her mom, and sister accompanied me, and sat with me through the admission and orientation process.
Sitting in stunned, tearful silence, I wondered what I had done to deserve being at this place. It was full of seriously scary people who sat playing mental games with each other, aiming guns at each other, and puking in each other’s food. What the hell is this place?!?! TAKE ME HOME!
But nope. I apparently needed a vacation from life. This was not the vacation I asked for!
Instead, I was listening to the rules, and wondered how early I’d be released if I behaved. Not that the current population would make it easy for me. The adults were useless vegetables, and the kids practically had free reign.
This wasn’t funny anymore. But my second family insisted I needed to be there, and promised they’d be back soon, when I was better.
After they left, the house nurse and warden went to bed for the evening, leaving me to take care of a bunch of rotten kids. If the kids got out of line, it would mean more time for me. Ugh, WHAT?!?!
But then, when the little monsters started their shit, I somehow found an escape route via a secret passageway in the kitchen. Just outside the house was a train to take me back home.
Except home was a few days away, and this train was headed into New York City, where the president was about to land. The scary part was seeing Air Force One flying low on the radar, alongside the train, and I could see the secret service glaring back at me from their window.
Just then, music started blaring across the train speakers.
I’m not going to say who POTUS was in my dream, but I really got excited, because he’s the President!
But I wasn’t going to have an opportunity to meet him because the train was suddenly underwater, and it was my turn to get off – in Canada.
And so, the long walk home through a weird ass desert began.