Snowbound ~ 9/30/2017

I dreamed I was traveling to a national park in Missouri with my boys and their Nanny. We were on our way home, and needed to catch a fight in Little Rock. Dylan was driving, and  the rest of us were in the back seat, when Debbie noticed the road ahead was white. I got into the passenger seat, which also had pedals and a steering wheel, and sent Dylan to the back.

There was snow on the road, and I decided to get off the highway. I pulled over to a left hand exit, and was stopped in a line of cars. I turned left into a narrow lane that led off the highway, and began to drive along a row of warehouses. The lane turned into a gravel road, then just a gravelly field, but I could see a paved street up ahead, and along it an empty paved lot for semis, with long, diagonal parking spaces, behind what looked like a garden store.

I pulled into one of the spaces and we got out. We needed to figure out how to return our rental car and how to get to the airport. I pulled out my phone and went to Google Maps to figure out where we were, so the rental car people could just come get the car. The little street was Ivyshield, and we were actually behind a tiny, old hospital. Debbie left to confirm when our flights were and how best to get to the airport. The boys stayed with me, and kept talking about the snow and asking so many questions, that I couldn't focus on my phone long enough to figure out where we were.

We walked down a ramp, along a parking area beneath the hospital second floor, where the ambulances could turn in as drop people at the emergency room. Everything in the hospital was quiet, but people were starting to gather along the bigger road out in front. We walked out so I could find a street sign. There were streetcar tracks, and I stopped and confirmed with a police officer that we could take the streetcar straight to the airport.

I continued to try to pinpoint our location for the rental car company. We were on Irene St., and the elevated boulevard overhead was Sageshields, one man told us. He said we were in the Shields district, and the big cross street I could see over to the right was Braeshields. We were parked behind the Ivyshields Charity Hospital.

I pulled my phone out to call the rental car company, when suddenly we were surrounded by five very old Chinese women, all talking at once, to the boys, not me. The boys could understand just enough Mandarin to answer them, and they seemed so pleased. Kieran told me they were wishing each boy good fortune, individually, and the boys were saying thank you.

They finally walked away, and I couldn't find the hospital anywhere! We were still on Irene St., with Sageshields overhead, but the street was lined with very old apartment buildings. Each had obviously once been luxurious, but the were now faded and dingy, though still dignified. There were old Chinese people at the windows and doors here and there. There was The Grand Ivyshields, and The Sage, and then a small neon sign above an old public library, then, oh thank goodness, the hospital.

More people had parked in the back lot, and an orderly was telling everyone we couldn't park there for more than 30 minutes or we'd be towed, by then another orderly called down to her that the mayor had suspended restrictions at city buildings and hospitals because of the snow, as long as we weren't blocking essential services.

I finally got in touch with the rental car company and told them where we were leaving the car. They said they'd send someone to get it. When he arrived, he'd brought us a big pepperoni pizza. Debbie came back then, and said she'd gotten in touch with the mayor's office, and we could catch the streetcar on Irene and take it straight to the airport.

She helped us finish the pizza, then went to the hospital desk to talk to the intake nurse to confirm the mayor's name, so she could donate to his campaign website, because he'd been that helpful. I decided to use the restroom and get the boys to go, too, before we set off for the airport. I asked another nurse where we could find it, and he told me to go through the doors to the library, and the women's room would be down the stairs to the right. The boys and I had just found it when I woke up.

An X-Files Wedding ~ 9/20/2017

Last night I dreamed I was Dana Scully, and I was marrying Fox Mulder in St. Louis Catholic Church in Castroville, Texas. We were staying in a sort of greenhouse room, with big windows and wood and glass construction, and it was the day before the wedding.

That's when I learned that a serial killer who was stalking me had found out where we were, and where we were going to live, and was coming to get me, and there was nothing I could do because I had no proof.

The killer showed up, and he was a twelve year old boy who was being groomed by his grandfather. We got the police to kick them both out of the church where the wedding was about to start, but instead of going away, the kid slipped into the reception hall, then came out with an oyster knife and ran at me to stab me. Then I woke up.