I had a very strange dream last night. I was in a thrift shop and I bought all of these stuffed animals. I remember seeing this new line of plush called Tsum Tsums-they're my newest favorite-cutest things ever--and you should be proud of me-I only have 3! I had bags of stuff that I was packing into my SUV and left my purse on the floor of the driver's side. Then I watched this woman just get into my car through the driver's side, crawl into the back seat and just sit there, next to my bags of stuff. I approached her, asked her if I could help her and she just said, "no, your door was open so I thought I'd get in and stay awhile."
Uh, NO! I remember saying that to her. Politely reminding her that I don't know her and that she needed to get out. "no," she said, "you left the door open, so I'm staying." Keep in mind that I have no idea who she is. I think about it now and she is not familiar to me at all!
I don't care if I left the door open! This is not your car! Get out!
"No."
Then this other woman walks up to take a bag out of my car.
What are you doing? That's my stuff!
"Um...you accidentally picked up one of my bags. I bought that blanket."
Oh, yes, it's not mine. Sorry, here, let me help you. Then I turn around and that first lady is still in the back seat of my car!
Please leave.
"Nope, you left the door open, I'm staying."
So I get into the driver's seat, called 911 and wait for the police to come take her (while she argues with me that calling the police is pointless). As the officer approached and assured me he could help me, I woke up.
Freaky, huh? Look, I'm not a dream interpreter and have no idea what this means, but it's bugging me. So I thought I'd write about it.
Day 6 of a week of writing.
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