Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/30/2016
By Fitful
I was cooking. I was a child among children, living in a house filled mostly with kids of various ages. There were a few adults, and I was a roommate so I had to keep my food separate from everybody's. I was cooking, trying to feed myself on a budget. I cooked a lot of quinoa, it was light and fluffy and tasted like nothing or a bit like seeds. I kept running out of ingredients, the kitchen was small and dingy, poorly lit in places. There was an outdoor garden, but it was raining. The adult guys who lived there kept disapproving of my eating habits, food preparation, and the way I spent my money. The kids in the household got to eat anything they wanted. Cereal mostly. I was so hungry but never got anything go eat, even when I successfully made a meal and put it away I didn't eat it, just went back to cooking frantically. I felt bad, wrong, like I was a misbehaving child for needing to eat and for not being able to provide for myself. Even though I never touched their food I felt they hated me for being in the kitchen, for eating. There was a boy who stole a kids bag. Her laptop was in it. We were in a school with lots of stories. We followed his methods, another kid was used to him stealing things and had been investigating. The bag was stolen by stringing all of her clothes together like rope and pulling the bag up to his floor. He was then right there, hiding in plain sight, watching the whole thing. Of course when we caught him we recruited him instead of turning him in. Someone in charge of our little group thought him redeemable. I just felt unnervy about having him near my electronics. I had not only a laptop but a few other machines which did odd things. Later still a crime, and superhero, is being investigated. And a young superman type was being heavily recruited into a nine man team. Another dream which I don't remember told me to get up. I literally remember a man pointing his finger at me, dressed in a super costume, red cape and boots and gloves visible barely in the dim light and rain, angry and bossy, ordering me to "Get up." this woke me up before I could remember more fully.