weird dreams

The last two mornings I've had really odd dreams right before waking up.

Friday morning's dream: Jason and I were getting ready for our drive back to Iowa.  I'm not sure why, but I decided to set out on foot for part of the way.  I was leaving from Sanford and got to the interstate and was really confused.  I thought I may have taken a wrong turn somewhere because it didn't look like the correct route.  So I started walking back to the car.  On the way, I called Sandra to have her to tell Jason to have the car ready to go when I got back.  Once I got back to Jason, we were no longer driving 1) a car or 2) to Iowa alone.  We were taking a small tour bus with Sandra, Chris, Ceirra, Lynn and Nicole Schoelerman, and assorted others.  I got up to the front of the bus and told everyone that I needed the people who were supposed to be on the bus to raise their hands, and that everyone else needed to get off the bus.  And then I looked at Roger and David Schoelerman and said "I'm looking at you, Roger and David."  Once I'd weeded out the people who weren't supposed to be there, we had about 10 people on the bus.  Somehow, we wound up in a heavily populated area, like a festival or something.  We needed to get up an escalator.  In the bus.  Everyone got out of the bus, so I could carry it up the escalator.  Two boys from the bus apparently decided I wouldn't be strong enough and carried it themselves.  I remember being angry because I knew I would've been able to carry it myself.  The end.

This morning's dream: I was living with Stephanie, Caitlin and Noah.  We had just rearranged our apartment.  Stephanie and I had bedrooms, and Caitlin and Noah had a big closet (they were moving soon, so it didn't matter that they were living in a closet).  I left for work and, while at work, was wondering why we were still open at 10:30 if we close at 9.  I found Kornela and asked her and she said "oh, I guess I forgot to announce we were closing."  I left and was trying to get back home when Javier Bardem stopped and offered me a ride.  And then, for some reason, I had no clothes on--just a sheet I had wrapped around myself.  He dropped me off a couple of blocks away from home because he was mad at me for some reason.  I had to run home (I was embarrassed about the sheet).  When I got there, Stephanie, Caitlin and Noah were sitting in the living room.  I ran into my bedroom and Caitlin and Noah's dog was laying on my bed.  I told her this wasn't her room anymore, and she needed to not be on my bed.  She just looked at me.  I looked around the room.  My stuff was gone.  I walked back out and asked what happened.  Noah said they had switched me to the closet and him and Caitlin to the bedroom because they thought I had left for vacation and that they'd be gone by the time I got back.  I said "I went to work!"  I walked into my closet and saw that my new bed was just a bunch of sheets and blankets on the floor because my mattress was too big for the closet.  I laid down on the bed and cried.  The end.