Date: 12/21/2024
By blucanary
Al and I were living in our Nissan Rogue, due to hurricane Helene destroying our home. Without any set place to live, we were just driving around the country, parking at random spots from night to night. For a few nights we parked in a small open fielded area. There was another silver s.u.v. there as well. There was one lone tree in this small field, and one night, Al parked beneath the tree, side by side w/ the other s.u.v. There was an older couple that owned the other s.u.v. The man had gray hair, the woman, short, wearing pants and a long sleeve shirt, had short white hair. The woman was trying to squeeze into her vehicle due to use parking close to them. The man complained about it, and his wife replied back, "they did park awfully close, didn't they?" He then asks why we're there. His wife says, "The hurricane destroyed their home, so they have to stay in their car for now." At this point, Al had already gotten into our car to try to move it since we heard them complain about how close we parked to them. He then hears the man say, "That was months ago! Why the hell are they still in their car?! It doesn't take that long to get into another place!" His wife says, "Well, he's handicapped." And Al says, "And my wifes back hurts!" I'm standing next to the vehicle and say, "What?! I mean, yeah, my back hurts, but everyone's does. I can't work bc of my endometriosis." The other woman says, "You have endo flair ups?" I reply back, "Yeah, about half the month I'm in so much pain I can't leave the house. It started when I was 15 years old, and it's gotten worse over the years. I almost failed 9th grade bc i had missed so many days of school bc of it." The man's comment made me feel bad. As though we were lazy, and that's the only reason we haven't been able to get a new place to stay yet. So we decided to leave that day. That same night, we found a new place to park our Rogue. There was a large camper parked near us. It was wide open, and I looked in. People were going in and out of it, so I pulled Al with me as I walked through just to check it out. It obviously belonged to a girl. There were stuffed animals all over the place, cute feminine action figures still in their boxes displayed on the walls (so they didn't belong to a child), cute girly artwork sitting on the desk with paint supplies, books all around, stuff like that. It was everything I wanted! I walked through giggling bc I was so excited abt it! I wanted exactly what this girl had, and as excited as it made me to see it, it also made me sad that it wasn't mine, and that we living in a Nissan Rogue with the bumper duct taped onto it. As you walked out the back of the camper, there was a whole patio set up, with party lights, chairs, music, and a bunch of people out there. Somehow, I lost Al. I walk around the camper looking for him. I don't find him. So I walk back to the front to go back in the camper. There are ppl now decorating for Halloween (even though it's Christmas time, this doesn't seem weird to me in the dream). There are skulls with bows all along the front of the house. When I walk inside, everyone is now dressed up. There's a girl in a short black lacy dress that looks identical to one I have (in the dream, not irl), wearing a large black jack-o-lantern on her head. She looks adorable. I wish I had put this costume on before I had seen her. I had been planning on wearing almost the exact same costume one year, but I planned to do it in a pastel pink instead of black. The black looked so good though. Someone else points to a small table by the front door and tells me to grab a mask. There's only a few left, and they all look too small, so I decline. I keep walking around looking for Al. I feel a few people following me. I instinctively know that they're going to attack me. They want to grab me, and use me for some ritual. I can see them grabbing me in my minds eye. So I walk faster. I eventually lose them. Still looking for Al, I get thirsty. I start grabbing whatever I see as I'm walking around. Apparently, all the drinks are alcoholic, and it doesn't take long for me to get drunk. I see a cardboard box full of card games lying on the floor. I've been wanting some of those card games for a while, so, drunk, I decide to steal a deck. I grab the cards out of the game box and shove them down the front of my shirt, the cards peeking out of my cleavage. As I walk out, the party has now died down, and the owner of the camper, a girl with blonde kinda curly hair, says to me, "I think you have something in your shirt". I look down like I have no idea what she's talking about, see the cards in my cleavage, and I just start laughing uncontrollably. I have to bend over and put my hands on my knees to keep from falling over bc Im laughing so hard. The girl starts laughing with me, and that's how the dream ends..