I had a crazy dream last Thursday night and, luckily wrote down as much of it as I could remember, when I got to work on Friday. Unfortunately, I've forgotten all about the dream since, thus I won't be able to fill in anything extra. So, without further adieu...
Adrianne and I are traveling, along with three young children (possibly the three kids Adrianne used to babysit for, before we got married), when we couldn't find our house. So, we pulled our car by a pool within a gated community, because it would be easy to find later on. We all get out of the car and into the pool (somehow we're in our swimsuits already).
We're only in the pool for a few minutes when tornado's are forming in the sky all around us. I make everyone get out of the pool and head inside the community common area (actually reminds me of a hunting lodge or something). Unfortunately, none of us have towels, so we're just standing there, soaking wet.
I find the clothes I had on when we were in the car and put them on over my swimsuit. Obviously, doing this was not a good idea, as my clothes also immediately became soaked. I decide I want to put on some dry clothes, regardless of what I have to get them. What this means is I have to go out and weather the storm (gotta love a little play on words). So, I suck it up and run out to the car.
The wind is blowing violently (like wind does in tornado-like weather) and our car (our old Accord) is now in a garage (a detached garage, with at least 5 bays). I'm trying to get my luggage out of the trunk of the car when the garage door opens. A older gentleman in a work truck isn't quite expecting me to be in his parking spot, so I walk out to meet him at his driver's side window, apologizing about being in his spot. He tells me that its okay and that he'll just park in another spot. He opens the garage door two spots down and pulls in.
Everything seemed kind of odd to me, because he looked like a blue collar worker (manual laborer or something), but we were in a very high end neighborhood, but I didn't say anything to him. We start chatting and he tells me that he and his wife are going to a play later on that evening and that he'd see if he could get his friend's three extra tickets for us to use. I politely refused, since there were five of us, but only three tickets. He says "just leave two of the kids and go anyway."
That's all I got. I woke up right as he said "leave two of the kids".
Now, I can explain 90% of this dream with relative ease, as they are just everyday things that ended up showing up in my subconscious. The gated community comes from work. Over the past 4 months I've been looking at loans to home builders and have had numerous run-ins with the loan officers about how crappy the market is, even in the best areas.
The tornado's are simple as well, since we had tornado's all around our area just a week ago and they are still making headlines in the news here. The older gentleman in the work truck also comes from my daily life, as there are tons of workers outside our building working on adjacent building.
I'm not sure why I thought about our old car or about a play. So, not a lot to gain out of this dream, just my every day life.
I'm out!