Three Pieces

Date: 12/23/2016

1) Pastor Jen was stopping by, so I was panickedly trying to clean. 2) I was in semi-self-imposed solitaire in a room in a house that signified my grandma's house; but woth that maze-like quality I tend to like in houses in dreams. 3) I was running late to work, because I had gotten distracted and had forgotten I had a job. I worked at a craft store (Michael's, perhaps) in Detroit, and there was no way I could drive that far, so four of us (two male, two female, identity unknown) headed outside to set about getting me to work. We missed the bus, and the males had taken off ahead of us, so I gave the keys to my car to female, and we left. Her driving terrified me. Eventually, we pulled to a stop by the aide of the road. We were nowhere near my work, but across the street from a building similar to an outdoor driving range in winter, with the "balloon" thing over it. I realized it was an outdoor play yard for children, and in the lot on our side of the street, there were toys and such for use in it. There was a vast parking lot filled with aisles of children's riding cars, riding ice cream trucks, cowboy hats, toy stick horses, and the like.