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jeanette:
i asked for exciting, and i got way more than i asked for! here it goes: from what i remember, the beginning of my dream places me in a car driving down the freeway. it didn’t look familiar but i knew i was driving to torrance (where my best friend lives in real life). that places me on the 405 freeway. as i’m driving among many many MANY cars (but, oddly – there isn’t traffic) there are flames bursting out from the side. building and parking structures are on fire, wild flames everywhere spilling onto the freeway. i can see in the distance up ahead that as cars pass the flames, some are blowing up. i’m nervous but not as nervous as i would be in real life! i keep driving amongst all the cars…now that i think about it, there were SO MANY CARS on the freeway but we were all going at a decent pace. (it’s LA…this NEVER happens, even when there are a medium amount of cars on the road there is traffic!) anyways!

next scene jumps to me on the street. i guess i parked my car and ?? there were a handful of people on foot around me (no cars) and i ask “how do i get to torrance?” and this asian lady says she will help me. next scene is the lady and i walking at a high school (junior high?) school building and up and down a few stairs. then a corridor opens and another asian lady speaks to her in mandarin. i acknowledge that i speak mandarin as well. all of a sudden, i realize that they are part of church group. then we end up in the parking lot, next to the school’s field (tennis courts, football field, etc.) and the lady offers me clean slippers to get in her car with. i tell her my flip flops aren’t that dirty and that i’ll just take them off and hold them in the car. end of this scene.

i end up on the sidewalk of some street with lots of cafes and restaurants. the ex (who i shall name TE) keeps calling me, asking me where i am and what time i will be home. this is all really strange because, who cares where i am and when i’ll be home…#1 we’re not together #2 you live far away in a different country so what is it to you. all of a sudden, i recognize a group of people (i actually don’t know who they are now) and i realize they are friends of TE. then i piece it together — he must be here. (i’m pretty sure this was all taking place in LA, even though none of the locations are familiar) then it cuts to a scene where i’m talking to TE and giving him a piece of my mind. actually… telling him all these things i have been thinking for the past few weeks in real life. just dishing it all out and calling him out on a few things. words are exchanged and for personal reasons i’m just going to cut to: i tell him that let’s hug, because this is the last time i am going to see you because i never want to see or talk to you again. we never hug.

i wake up.

inspiration: i hate that TE is in the majority of my dreams since the break-up.

future: on my way to work this morning there was traffic, but i didn’t think anything because heck, i live in LA there is always traffic. all of a sudden, in the distance, i see crazy thick grey smoke, hurling intensely into the air, above the freeway overpass. i’m thinking, holy shit… holy shit!!! and sure enough, there are about 7 firemen and a handful of policemen around a 2-car crash, the people from the accident aren’t in sight (evacuated?), and crazy thick grey smoke coming out of an older 2-door BMW. it had clearly been on fire from a collision and the fire had been put out and it was just smoking like crazy. fire on freeway and cars blowing up in my dream – real car on fire on my way to work. gahhhh!!

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vivian:
i was having a fling with some guy in portland or somewhere, and he had text-messaged me. i was going to meet him and as i was trying to text him back, it kept failing (and somehow i knew that it was failing, as opposed to him just not responding… not sure if there was a failure message sent back or what). anyway, i wasn’t sure why, but as i was pulling up to this train track, i saw his car on the other side of the train track. in the middle the train was passing but the train was like, on fire.

soon, the fire spread all over the place, and had engulfed my car and the car in front of me and behind me, and i assumed had also engulfed the cars on the other side of the tracks. the firefighters showed up out of nowhere. i was going to get out of my car cause i thought gas might cause it to explode. i started opening the door and it was a little hot, but a firefighter screamed at me through the window and told me to stay inside. soon they had watered down my car and it was no longer on fire. i then got out.

but then there was this spanish-speaking father with his child and for some reason i agreed or volunteered to take his child from him while he did something else related to the fire???? and i don’t recall what i said exactly but i struggled to find the right spanish words — and they made sense in my dream — and he responded in spanish that was not as coherent as the words i was saying. we talked about where i would take the kid (who was about… five or six?) to meet dad after the ordeal was over, and at what time. i think we settled on sometime in the evening… sounds like 2pm or 2am… something with 2 in it. anyway, it crossed my mind that maybe he would never come back, and we would go there every day at 2pm or 2am for days on end, waiting for the father to come back and claim his child.

inspiration: had the dream on the flight from seattle to houston. lots of spanish-speaking individuals, including our flight attendant who looked like “native”?