10/16/09 10:19 pm - Dreams
So last night I had the weirdest dream. So it started off with my mom piling me and my sister into her Prius. So I asked where we were going and Mom said, "Decided to go for a drive." I looked out the window and recognized the road (it was like a wet summer day or something...everything was very green and grey) I recognized the road though and got a little scared. I didn't know at the time it was a dream yet, but I knew that it was the road that led straight to a cemetery.
The road was curvy and dangerous, I remember. At a point, half the road was missing and mom had to carefully drive around it. I begged her to turn back, but she wouldn't listen. I looked out again and realized we were getting close. There was this murky green pond that the road forked at. I had no idea what was to the right hand side, but the left way took us right past the graves. Where the road split was a cardboard standee of Nathaniel Hawthorne. (seriously, I have no idea what Nathaniel Hawthorne looked like until I Wiki'd him, but I knew it was him. Also I knew that he wrote Leaves of Grass and that Walt Whitman wrote the Scarlett Letter. I argued with my sister about this in the dream)
So we pull up to the cemetery (Another Nathaniel Hawthrone to greet up, pointing the way to turn) and we begin to drive through on the roads, reading off the names on the stones and talking about their historical meanings. (I wasn't paying attention to that though...I was trying to get something in my hands to work and was very frustrated with it at the time. I think it was mostly because I have dreamed of this graveyard before and never felt comfortable there in my dreams.)
When I look up, I realize our car is now in a little drive through gift shop and we get out to look around. Seriously, this was like the worst gift shop around. One of those tourist places where you can buy bobble heads and little paperweights of the different headstones. there were these small orange headstones with dancer bodies carved into them, which looked less like headstones and more like something you would put in a hutch to be a pretty, not something anyone would put as a final marker. There wasn't even a place to carve a date. So mom explains to the pusht sales lady that we don't want plots or head stones, that we have already chosen cremation (WTF?!) but does buy a brownie from the nice bakery shop lady. I personally didn't trust any baked goods from a place with a morgue in the back room. (Again, WTF?!) But I did buy a little wool dress (it was brown and didn't look like something you wear to a funeral surprisingly) So we left.
Then I needed to pee really REALLY bad, so I ran back inside, did my business and headed back to the car, only to find Mom was PISSED OFF that I took too much time. So she yelled at me for a while about taking three minutes and how she didn't want to be there to begin with and then ran me over with her car. Then I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep because I was afraid of Zombies.