Sweet Boy

Date: 1/25/2019

In my dream I met this veryyyy attractive TALL white boy with amazing long brown hair. I was in a store and me and my mother was supposed to be doing something. I was at the register ringing my stuff out. But because I got distracted it took longer than it needed to. Like he was taller than me. Him and his friend was talking about his hair. And they asked me what type of man bun he should do. And I was like I like those cute messy ones. And then he was like imma do a variety and he said “can I...” while holding his phone out. And I was like “of course u can have my number! I wanna see all the pics of your hair.” So time is passing as we stand there talking. Mind you the store we are in is about to close. And we are the only ones there. And so the employees are getting upset at us. Then eventually when I do finally start ringing my stuff out, one of the ladies that works there was like “we closed out all of the registers!” So pretty much I couldn’t buy everything I had with me. So we all just leave and all the employees are looking at me with an evil eye. They hate me. So I feel bad and me and my mom are walking. I don’t believe we have a car for some reason in the dream. And we are in a store plaza. And I see him driving like a van. And he stopped to talk to me I think he were being all lovey dovey and hugging. And he had one of his legs outside of the car and I think I was in between them. In this moment, my brain made me realize that none of this is real. And we were talking and I know my mother needed something and that’s why we were at the store. And she said she couldn’t leave to go someplace else to get something because of something else...I don’t remember. But I do remember having a car later in the dream and I went to another area to go to a store. And there’s a bunch of “patriotic” red necks around. And I knew they were racist. They were on these red, white and blue race cars I think. And they had sparklers on them and they had on the American flag hats and were drunk. And I was going to park next to one of them. But immediately I reconsidered that and quickly pulled into a parking spot, crooked. I sat there for a minute thinking to myself. At this point I was fully aware of the fact that I was in a dream. And I believe that guy parked next to me, called me a “n***er”. And I just looked at him. I knew that this was a dream. But I started crying for no reason. LATER in the dream I’m in this little woodsy area with my mom and we are talking to my professor and this other lady. I think they were showing us different types of materials and fabrics. And I remember seeing a pretty sea foam green tartan fabric and a red tartan fabric (plaid). I looked down and my professor looks at me and she asks “what’s wrong sweetie?” And I JUST START TO BREAK DOWN crying. I have no idea why. But that’s what happened. THE END.