Staying at nanas

Date: 11/3/2019

I was at my nana’s house, I kept going to the door to these proceletizers, one of them I distinctly remember said “now I have a concealed carry pistol on on me, there wouldn’t happen to be any gang activity here now would there?” I sternly told him no. As I was shutting the door I added “we are good christian household”. I went back inside and tried to tell nana that we should lock the doors if there was some weirdo with a gun doing idk about gang stuff. There was an outwr door to like a mudroom on the front door which was on the side of the house not where any door is in real life. The back door however was just a single door that could be easily seen through and shot through. I tried to close it but with what seems like a reoccurring theme. The door wouldn’t close all the way and latch. There was like a foot gap between it and the door frame, and it felt really weak, like you could probably kick it down in one kick. Apparently my nana knew about this, but it just jerry rigged a solution that envolved a second half hour glass shaped box to be placed in the hole. I guess it kept out the elements, but didn’t do anything to keep crazy gun toting southerners out. She got kind of mad at me for yanking it around saying that it was delecate. After a little while I got tired of trying to go fix it and went to the actual front door in the living room and looked out it to see if the dude was still there. I didn’t see him and my thoughts started to wander. Inevitably they landed on being horny. My nanas place has historically been a place of little to do, so I’ve gotten pretty creative with my “exploration” as Tristen would probably say. It is no nut November though, so I fought the urge. My mom and sister had gotten back from some outing and were making a ton of noise upstairs so I went down into the secret bedroom that doesn’t exist in reality down there, but it was where I rested. It was similar to the place that I had in a previous dream with full sized room halfway between the basement and firstfloor. Apparently it wasn’t that secret because my mom came down to talk to me(the room In didn’t have the exact same features, but it was in that halfway space that the other one was in). She said they were going to the library and if I wanted to come. I started to say yes and then gave a her a list of books that I wanted to read and she was like, are you actually going to read them? In the past I’ve been an avid reader but its been a while since I’ve sat down with a good book. I told her that I would, but she could also get some movies or something if she wanted. After she left I somehow started reading a book and then my perspective changed till I was in a cinematic of some fantasy world creation kind of thing, artistically depict the creation of different races or being in this fantasy world. It was actually pretty cool ngl.