My latest dream:
Dumbledore and at least 1 friend were living next door to a Bank of America, on Thomasville Road in Tallahassee, Fl. Also, on the other side of it was my daughter's "boyfriend" Jesse's house, where he lived with one of his moms. Jesse and I were pet-sitting Dumbledore's guinnea pig and parakeet. The parakeet, though, wasn't in its cage, because it was with someone else. Then we were warned (by someone, somehow, though I don't know who or how) that Voldemort was coming, because this was HIS house and he was reclaiming it. Since we were the only ones there, we HAD to get out, but we ran out of time. So we grabbed the guinnea pig's and bird's cages (the GP one was like a small cat carrier), and hid behind the floral couch that was in a diagonal position in the corner. We were looking out into a living room that kinda looked like Uncle Walter's grandma's house.
It wasn't Voldemort who came in, but Snape, which was good since Jesse would NOT SHUT UP and I was getting very, very angry with him, to the point where I wanted to shake him. He was acting almost autisic, which he's not (he's very, very smart and functions normally for an uber genius). Anyway, we throw ourselves on Snape's mercy and he tells us how to get out before Voldemort gets there.
We go back to Jesse's house, but instead of Jesse's mom is a friend of mine and her daughter (but it IS Jesse's house, and somehow I knew that it was the right place). I need to take the bus home, but I don't know when it is coming (another hour?) and I don't have any money. So I was going to go to the BoA to get some cash.
I thought that was the end, but I do remember a bit more.
When I got there, with my son in tow now, the line was like a million people long (seriously, it stretched for miles). So I went inside to ask if there was some way I could still withdraw money with just my ATM card, since it's not my card, but my husband's, and I didn't know the account number. The person who came to help us was the "Education Coordinator" from the school program that my son is in. He greets us and THEN I woke up.
I never used to remember my dreams. And now they're getting really weird.
Oh, and the BoA in Tallahassee that I'm thinking of is on a corner, but in my dream it was in the middle of the block. Also, it's a business area, with a Texaco (that I used to work at) on the one side, and then a bunch of businesses behind it. Just saying -- no houses, nothing to resemble houses, anywhere nearby.
