Random Bits and Pieces

Date: 8/9/2016

1) I was at a campground type area near the Devil's Tower, but in the dream it was Mount Saint Helens in name. I was in an SUV/truck vehicle and my travels were linked to a man in another vehicle (a light car.) One of us was following the other, but who was chasing whom seemed to be up for debate and it seemed to alternate. I did not feel he was honorable. There were people everywhere. Tourists and campers, etc. All of a sudden there was a rumbling. I didn't know what it was at first, but then I saw that the tower was blowing like a volcano. I ducked behind in the truck as the windows were sprayed with ash and lava sprinkles. When next I looked, the tower was left at 1/3 its original size. Everyone was panicking. I drove around to pick up as many people as I could to rescue them, and looked hoping my adversary was doing the same. He was gone. I was disappointed in his lack of honor. 2) I was driving and stopped in a small-town gas station/general store. I was looking around and noticed a little souvenir area with postcards, magnets, souvenir necklaces, etc. Upon looking through them, I discovered that I had somehow ended up in Montana. This could only mean one thing-I needed two postcards and one magnet. I was looking at the postcards when an employee came up to me and told me I was handling the postcards incorrectly. I was shamed and offended, because I knew how to handle postcards, but I said nothing and continued to look. I then noticed collectors books. They were similar to coin books and elongated penny books, but for different things. I wanted to buy all three so I could collect more things in an organized manner. 3) I was in a house looking around. It was quite an ordinary house but for one thing I discovered at the end. There was a strange out of the way lone room (loft) that had only three walls, no door access, and was by itself, raised about 4-5 feet on the floor of the rest of the house. Upon standing on my toes to look, I saw the room had only a toilet and a dresser. That was it. I was incredibly curious about this room. Then my mom appeared. Apparently she had bought the house without looking too carefully, and this was the only bathroom. This would have been problematic enough, but she was having a party. We discussed ways to at least close off the room for privacy (even if the elevated floor and no doors would still render it not easily reachable.) We were thinking of hanging a shower curtain for a wall or enclosing it with stacks of boxes from the move. Whatever it was, it had to be done before guests started to arrive. My dad was there, and he suggested putting stoves and ovens in there as a makeshift way to close off the area. We all thought that was stupid. Then I woke up.