Date: 9/28/2019
By Tisharie
The girl I was in my dream (not me at first) started on like dating. It worked for her quickly so I decided I would do it. Then I became me. I was at a retreat. In the dining room there was a trivia game after dinner. Everyone was involved. Somehow the game turned to focus on me. The question was “how long until she turns 34? Everyone started thinking and asking me hinting questions. The discussed and argued then came up with an answer. But the question had changed to another one on the list. Something about how many years until she is 61? The answer they can up with was - at least 6. I told them it had to be exact or they didn’t get the points. They were right and so proud of themselves but I wouldn’t let them have a point for that. Then I asked if anyone could guess my real age. They started discussing again. One guy decided he would figure it out by saying a quote from a movie in the characters voice. The movie was something about going to Vegas. Then he said “so would you want to go to Vegas?” I guess he thought if I reached a certain way that he would know if I was from the age group that movie was from. Well I was from that age group but I only kinda knew the movie so I didn’t react how he wanted me too. It took too long for people to guess my age so I found myself out wandering around and know one ever guessed my age. Saw a pumpkin patch where the pumpkins were starting to come out of the ground, were almost ready but were very green. (Was normal in my dream). Then I found myself in one of the leaders bathroom using the toilet (that was in the dining room. Also normal). There homes were all open so people could use their bathrooms whenever needed. But they came home before I could get my pants up and I felt awkward but that was normal for them to see people using their toilet. Trouble getting my pants up but finally did. Next found myself in a big house. (Not sure if this was after the retreat or part of it) still a lot of people there. In the living room there were a lot of cords hanging down from a huge square fan on the ceiling. These cords were attached to a guy (I think their son). Who had hurt his ankle and it had to be stabilized but he still needed to move. So these cords were attached to control this. Must have been for a long time because they converted the whole living room for this. Lots of people my age sitting around all talking together. I was on the couch next to Sanj one girl was Jessica Millar I went to school with. The other -about 8 people- I didn’t know. Sometimes the fan would turn or move up and down to be better for the guy. I watched it for a while. I wasn’t sure if the guy was doing it or if it was automatic. People started joking and laughing and doing things in their own little groups. I looked over and the guy attached to the cords was on his stomach being tickled by 2 other people. He was having a good time but I said the probably shouldn’t do that. I thought if he had to be attached to that maybe he needed to be more careful. He didn’t seem concerned. Don’t know if they stopped.