20 Nov 2024
Dream
First I was being driven to my old job, a hardware store, by my mother, little brother and his friend. She missed a turn and I was almost an hour late. This was my last tardy before I got fired. As I got to my job, I struggled to find my locker, as everything was rearranged. My boss came by and sarcastically told me where to look. After I found my apron, I put it on before he asked what I was doing. He informed me of the time and told me I was fired. He apathetically said it’s been a pleasure, then I said the same and tried to get heartfelt with my message. He cut me off and said get out of my store, annoyed I was still talking to him. Then I meandered my way out of the store, briefly talking to my nurse coworker on the way out, who was concerned with my lack of punctuality. My mom was still waiting outside, as the kids were goofing off in the adjacent supermarket. She informed me that she only bought groceries because she thought I was working and didn’t actually need them, to which I replied I could eat them all anyway.
The next dream sequence was much more bizarre. My mom and I were tasked with cleaning a rented house. I was moving a lawnmower from the bed to the outside, however it got stuck on a bed frame and its blade started getting cut up against the metal. After this, it started spewing metal shards everywhere, causing massive damage to anything in its path. I tried to shut it off with no luck and eventually put it in the sink to mitigate its rampage. My mom and I discussed how we could fix the damage but then walked in a rich man and George, the owner of the house. He gleefully said pay for the damage or be sued, then walked around and pointed out all the damage and its relative cost. Then we went outside, where George started getting attacked by bees, which caused him to run into a mud pile, and get disintegrated into mud himself while being stung by bees. Then I see a trippy sped up Timelapse of a bee getting digested and torn apart by bees, the bee alive throughout the whole ordeal. Its body was moved around, cartoonishly inflated and deflated, before turning into a skull while the ants consumed him whole. The rich man said, not my problem, put on his top hat, and walked away. The bees were a problem and made me search for less buggy land. As I walked away from the property, I could see how dense the plant undergrowth was and that there was a fenced in makeshift baseball field, where kids, including my brother, were playing. I also noticed that once I left the thick underbrush, there were less insects pecking at me. A ball flies in my direction, as I am heading towards a bathroom. I catch it, and then another. I catch it again. My brother exclaims that I’m a great catcher and should be playing. My dream ends here
