I had the weirdest set of dreams this morning. They were interwoven as usual but ranged on everything from Halloween to high school and marching band.
It started with my cousin D calling to let me know she was going to this Halloween carnival up in Scottsdale with the kids and asking if I wanted to come and bring Z. I said I would, but didn't really want to, just knew that I needed to.
I was living in a house with my mom and dad, husband and daughter, and my brother. The weirdness started when my mom and dad and I were in the kitchen and there was a Mexican man about 5'7" with long brown hair in a denim work shirt, jeans and work boots walking down the street with a blonde boy, maybe 6 or 7 years old, yelling that he was selling the child. The kid looked scared.
The neighbors across the street, (one of those anonymous people you "know" but don't really know who they are) said he was going to call the cops and the guy abandoned the kid and ran.
The next day, we were in the kitchen again and mom and dad were talking about how dad had to go to the Halloween carnival to work. I was trying to figure out why in the world he would be working at this party/carnival for his company when we saw the same guy come down the street again. This time, he had the same boy, but the kid was in a costume. It reminded me of the skeletons from the Dia de los Muertes celebrations. The skeletons that are up on poles, but this was like the kid was on stilts covered in a sheet that said "Boo!"
Dad was taking pictures in the kitchen and the guy came up to our window and asked if could borrow the camera to take a picture of his son. Dad said yes and handed him the camera. The guy snapped a picture and then ran off with the camera. Dad went outside and ran after him. Meanwhile, I call the police.
The conversation with the police dispatcher was so odd. She seemed totally disinterested that this man had stolen the camera or been seen with this boy twice and was trying to sell him. I was frustrated trying to have this conversation while my brother, who was maybe 10 in this dream was having his friends over and they kept running through my room to get to his room.
Then the dream morphed into me wandering into the band room at FHS and the soppiest scene. Half the band was there, the lights were low and they were holding hands crying. I was trying to figure out what was going on. I could hear the Halloween party happening in the commons and see the strobe light flashes. It turned out that the student council president/drum major was resigning in protest. She was trying to push for a ban on seminary studies being allowed for the Mormon kids because it was off campus. Everyone was upset and infuriated. I ended up convincing her to drop it for the night because that was something that would need to be taken up at a district level, not a school council level.
I kept trying to go get into my band uniform, but every time I left the room, I'd end up back in my bedroom with the wrong things to put on. I was so frustrated! There were so many people in my dream that I haven't seen or thought of in years. It was funny to see the band director so pissed off though.
Then there was this scene of a party on the ceiling with the characters from Big Bang Theory and the rest of the details are fading now. I do know there was this one crazy dance between me and Spencer up on the ceiling.
I'm so ready for my mind to let me out of high school and out of the past. Let me live in the now and be an adult already. I have resolved those issues, but anytime I feel stress or I'm working through my stress and anxiety in my dreams, I'm thrown right back into high school and marching band.
