[2.6.13]* Emotions.
I was on a phone call with my significant other. The call dropped, so we decided to skype. My mom calls for me, yelling at me if I had pretzels or not. I told her yes, and as I was trying to slam them down on the table, it lands all over me. I'm furious. My boyfriend isn't paying attention to me as I talk to him.
I was in a Q&A make-up session in a small room. Everyone was asian. I asked the lady if I would need to use setting powder even if I had dry skin, and also how often does she clean her brushes. I was looking at some stuff that she had laid out on the table. I then proceeded to the shelf on by the table. I suddenly saw pictures of my relatives and my mom when they were kids. Self-portraits. I went up to ask her why she had these. She told me she knew them. My mom and two of my aunts appeared. They were dressed pretty nice. I told her I found a picture of her. She didn't care. She did notice I was carrying a big white plastic bag. I remember looking through it and organizing the Cambodian DVD's. I told her that I didn't buy anything. We walked together, away from the room. We're outside. My elbow is stinging so I take off my jacket. There's a burn mark.
I'm walking around a series of showers and toilets. There's a women and men's section. I wander through most of the women's. There are female marines here. They look scary. I overheard a conversation. Looking at porn wasn't an option in bed. The people in charge make the girls were these big blue bows to sleep. I tried going into the stalls, but there was a bit of blood in each one. I asked a lady if the women aren't supposed to flush. She looks at me funny, and says that they're supposed to.
I run out. I'm in front of the building and a police station. I feel lonely and lost. I dont know what to do. I came on my own will, but I don't know if I should leave. A man calls for me. He tells me to get in the car. It's Hilter. Yes. Hilter. For a moment I was thinking, "Holy crap ..." , but I go into he's car. He's get on the road. He said he wanted a daughter to surprise his wife. I'm overjoyed. I hug his wife. They're on a road. We're in New York. The weather is bad. I then see a tornado up ahead. I thought we were going to die. No, it's actually some super hero but I don't know which one. There's actually several of them flying around.
We arrive at this big white house. There are a ton of kids outside playing. I was thinking, "oh great, I'm going to have to take care of all of them." I took a white ball, bounced it on the ground, and proclaimed that I am princess. A security guards questions me... and then I woke up.
So I text my boyfriend and he's actually annoying me. Is it because I was mad in my dream? I really felt the emotions. Mad. Scared. Bored. Lonely. Wanted. I did dream about showers and toilets in the past. That was interesting.
[2pm - 4pm] Nap Time.