I would LOVE any opinions on what my dream means.
I had a dream with my dad My friend and My friend A in it.
I don’t know why it makes me happy, but somehow it does. I’m still thinking about it obviously otherwise I wouldn’t be writing about it.
In the dream I’m going to My friends house, not where he lives now with UC, but his old house. The house where he and his mom used to live. The house I remember best. I’m going there with my dad in the red Ford Ranger that we own and were going to My friends, as odd as it sounds, because there’s something wrong with the truck and there’s this guy there that can fix it.
So we get there and we drive up the driveway and I think I can remember my dad smiling because the truck is going to get fixed, and we wait. After a short while of waiting I get impatient. I get impatient because this is My friends house and I’m sitting outside of it doing nothing with my dad. The garage door isn’t even open but I know that there’s a guy inside the garage who can fix our truck. Either way, I get sick of waiting and decide, since I’m friends with My friend and everything, that I will go inside where he’ll probably be.
So I go inside and his house is different. Not vastly and I didn’t go up the stairs I went downstairs to where I knew his room would be, which is not where it was when he lived there. It was downstairs to the left, but first I thought it was to the right, where it had been when I first knew him there. Instead of him being in that room there were two younger girls, sleeping and covered by blankets. Even though that is not something that I usually find at My friends in the dream it is normal and I decide not to disturb them and move on, letting them sleep.
So I go to the place where I figure My friend would be, which is in the basement area on the left hand side in a room that doesn’t actually exist in that part of the house. His room is bigger than I’ve ever known him to have, much bigger. Instead of him sleeping on his futon, like he normally does, he’s sleeping on the floor covered in his blanket. I remember the matted bunch on the floor I knew to be him, but I never saw his face.
Then for some reason I was out of the room and on the stairwell and My friend was up and about. He was moving all around the house and talking loud enough for me to hear him at the same time but I never saw him at all. I remember picturing him in the upper right hand side of the house, where I hear his voice, but I never did see him.
Then the dream changed. I wasn’t at My friends any more I was with My friend A and we, for only God knows what reason, were going to see Hannah Montana who for, Also God only knows what reason, some reason was playing in My Town. So we headed towards the movie theatre part of town, and somehow, ended up in the next town and for some reason that was part of the plan even though we didn’t seen Hannah Montana.
Then I got angry at My friend A because we weren’t going to do anything in the next town (which is not why I was angry at him) but were going to take the long way home so I hit him and said “Just because I’m the passenger I have to wait.” In a scowl. Then the dream was over.