Scott’s family

Note: This was a dream of mine. I have this warning here because some visitors have thought my life had just gone to pot, when really they were only reading one of my crazy dreams. :)

I was at Scott’s apartment, sleeping, when the doorbell rang so he went to answer it. I woke up and went into the living room, which was actually my grandmother’s living room, and it was very dim. I was in a tank top and underwear; Scott’s aunt and uncle were there. Scott was talking with them and didn’t say anything to me, but he gave me a pointed look. I went back in the bedroom to get dressed, but I couldn’t find my bra or shirt. I started to dig through Scott’s drawers to get one of his shirts, but all I found were clothes of his sister’s. There were two identical blue, ruffly dresses folded up in one drawer. I gave up on that and turned around to see my bra and my other shirt sitting halfway in the washing machine that was by his bed. His mother had apparently already been there and put them in. I got dressed.

The dream shifted and I was at a baseball game, sitting in the stands with Jessica and Ashlee. I got up and went to find Scott and his parents. I sat down in front of them on the ground and kind of gestured at his mom; Scott nodded his head, so I started talking to her. I reintroduced myself because I didn’t know if she would remember me. Then I turned to his dad and did the same thing. His dad started telling some story that made Scott and his mom crack up, but I didn’t find it that funny. I laughed politely, but I kept looking around out of boredom. We finally all went to buy drinks but I had to get money from my car. I found my Volvo parked under some trees with its windows rolled down and a lot of trash in the floor, which upset me. Scott’s parents were driving it. I dug out some change from the console and then couldn’t get the passenger door to lock back. I finally got it and went to get a drink, but didn’t have enough money. Scott and his family had already returned to their seats but I didn’t want to go back, so I just stood around by the concession stand.

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  • That’s a bizzare dream… seems to me that your having some subconscious issues with Scott’s mum? lol

  • Lol. I’ve only met her once, actually, and she was a very sweet lady.

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