Overeating

Date: 10/31/2019

I was at my aunt's house in her driveway. That's where we hung out, never going inside to eat. I think I had also been on her backyard deck. My other aunt, her sister-in-law and my cousins were there. I remember eating way too much. I was back in her driveway, and even though I was really full, I still took a banana that wasn't even ripe enough to my liking. I peeled it all the way and threw the peel on the ground. I broke the banana in half and tried eating one half of it, which tasted gross to me both because it wasn't sweet enough for me and I also shouldn't have been consuming anything else after the amount of food I'd just eaten. I don't even think I finished one half. I was working on the smaller half, and I realized there was no way I could eat the whole thing. I thought about convincing someone else to eat the other half, like my sister, but knew everyone else was just as full as me. I was in a dilemma. My sister asked me to pick up the banana peel that was on the ground, but I groaned and asked her if she would do it. So, she picked it up off the ground and literally threw it from like a foot away into the trash can. I saw it land on the rim and then go sliding in. It was satisfying to watch. Later on, I finally went in the house, but it didn't look like my aunt's house. I was in her kitchen with this guy who wore light green and looked like Milo Ventimiglia. I watched Tuesday's episode of This is Us twice yesterday so that's probably why he showed up in my dream. He was in my aunt's freezer. Her fridge, although is stainless steel irl with the freezer on the bottom, was white with the freezer on top in the dream. The guy found this big bag of chunks of potent smelling cheese like bleu cheese. I told him about this inside joke we have irl. "My aunt always says she has the good cheese," I told him. "And she's not joking," I insinuated to the cheese he'd found as if that were the finest cheese ever. I remember my six year old sister in the dream. She seemed a bit older though. She was talking to me. Then, I remember there was this picture of me, my brother, and her. At first glance, I saw her, and it looked like she had her head turned to the side and upwards, smiling at me, but then I realized her face was away from the camera, and she was standing next to this chestnut horse, either with her hand against its flank or holding its bridle. In that moment was actually when she seemed older to me than she was by a few years. I remember she wore purple. My brother and I also weren't facing the camera, both riding a chestnut horse. There was also this Irish girl with reddish brown hair who wore the most beautiful coat. It was light green and floral patterned. I wanted to compliment her on it, but I didn't get the chance. After she had left, but was like still right outside or inside (can't remember, I think she went inside this place) with just a door separating us, I was texting her. I can't remember if I sent or finished the text, but it said "By the way I love your coat." I had been texting something else, and that's why I said "by the way," but I can't remember what I'd said. My focus was on that beautiful coat. Last part I remember is my dad sending me this voicemail in a "couldn't care less" tone. It was weird because, although I heard his voice, it was also written on a piece of paper that also had a picture of my stepmom and my little sister. It was a group photo they were in. My dad said something about how my stepmom was going to call me, and that's when I saw the picture. The picture/voicemail was dated May 20th or 30th, 2017 for some reason. It made me apprehensive because that was like two weeks or a few days before I had a traumatic anxiety attack, which gave me some PTSD. For some reason my stepmom was working and my sister was in kindergarten, although that wouldn't happen til next fall. The voicemail ended with my dad saying "Yeah...whatever." I saw that's how it was written. I think it might have also been in parentheses too.