It has been quite awhile since I have had a dream that was extraordinarily weird. I mean usually my dreams are weird and often don’t make sense but this one was truly bizarro. I recently had a baby and moved so it has to do partly with that. Anyway, here we go….
We are at our apartment in this dream (in reality we had a house) which is located in a much larger city than I actually live in and my husband and the friends that are there with us decide to go out to a restaurant for a bite to eat before we finish packing the apartment. We go out to the parking lot (which is in the middle of my high school football field) and realize there is not enough room in the car for all of us since it is full of stuff to move (none of it is in boxes, it is just tossed in the car in a huge pile. Stuff it sticking out the back windows, the trunk and it is completely full (for some reason there are a lot of large twigs in the pile). There is only enough room for me to drive the car, the rest of them decide they will get to the restaurant driving the baby’s bassinet (if you don’t know what a bassinet is, picture a small cradle standing about thigh high on small wheels to move it about the room). Somehow three adults and the baby can fit in this ‘vehicle’ which has no steering wheel and no motor but it will drive. That is the beginning of the weirdness, which of course in the dream seems perfectly natural.
So we are off to the restaurant, me driving and them zipping through the busy streets in this bassinet. We get there and the dream shifts, there is now a two tier flatbed attached to the back of my car (about 6 feet long) and I have naturally parked it in the middle of the restaurant (indoors). The flatbed is packed just like the car, a whole bunch of crap that is not in boxes and keeps falling off (for some reason there are an awful lot of lamps on this thing, not plugged in, just ready to move to the new place). We eat and the friends decide to go shopping at the outdoor market just down the street, my mother who appears suddenly goes with them, we will meet them at the new place in a short while. My husband, the baby and I decide to load more stuff on to the flatbed before heading to the new place. All of a sudden the other restaurant patrons start rifling through my stuff on the flatbed and in the car and steal stuff. One of them even (who reminds me of the crazy cat lady from The Simpsons) steals my bankcard. I get extremely pissed off. Some of them start to take off with my stuff but I follow them out of the restaurant and really beat the crap out of a couple of them (I am not normally a violent or even angry person). I manage to get the stuff back and my we drive out of the restaurant (knocking over a lot of tables as we go and making a huge mess) and head back to the old place where the neighbours start pilfering stuff from me. Again, I get inhumanly angry. All of a sudden I realize it is halloween and there is a block party going on and the people taking my stuff are in costumes. A little kid (about 5 years old) comes up to me and says if I dress up like a monster and scare the people they will give me my stuff back. This seems extremely clever so I agree and he lends me his monster makeup kit which all I do is take a tube of green stuff and lather it on my face. I am on my way to seek my revenge. I chase down crazy cat lady and get my stuff as well as the others who all claim they thought I was throwing the stuff out not moving it.
I return to the car and the flatbed, which is now about 15 feet long and loaded with even more stuff, all of which looks like stuff you would throw out. My brother who has now appeared, my husband and I get in the car and my brother is giving me directions down all these one way streets to get to the new place. I secretly suspect he has no idea where he is going and is guessing especially since he has never been to this city before. Stuff keeps falling off the flatbed so we have to keep stopping and picking it up and yell at people who keep trying to steal it. Going down this one street we catch up to my mother who I apologize to for taking so long. She says they were still shopping so they haven’t gotten to the new place anyway. They are still driving this bassinet and zip off ahead of us to meet us there, my sister is now with them. All five of them fit in this bassinet which is now also loaded with stuff from the apartment. My brother tells us to take a shortcut behind a business and we enter the parking lot to realize there are about seventy five Puerto Rican people dressed in gang outfits hanging out in the back parking lot with motorcycles all over and we are trying to get through. They all look very menacing and we are very scared but I lean out the window and ask them if we can get through and they very politely give us way. That was when I woke up.
The background of this dream was extremely busy like the movie Moulin Rouge and writing it out it doesn’t seem quite as bizarre as the actual dream so I guess it is one of those things where you ‘had to be there’.