Convicts?

Date: 11/16/2017

So of course I'm waiting later on in the day to journal on my dream. I really have to try and wake up earlier. But I've been replaying it in my head so I can try and remember as much as possible. This ones kind of boring. The first part I can remember was being at my friends house, Dominique. She was living in this humongous old style Victorian house that was ALL pink. It looked like someone threw up Pepto Bismal all over the walls and ceiling, carpet, bathroom, kitchen; everything was obnoxiously pink. But the house was beautiful, she was having some people over for a get together. She didn't seem to happy in her situation though. Her and I left the group and laid down side by side in her living room, and I remember looking up at how high the ceiling was, and how everything was pink, with no contrast. I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying cause I was so focused on the color, lol. She asked me a question and I tries to play like I heard her but she knew I wasn't listening. Then it jumps to me being with a girl that I've never met before, but her face looked really familiar to me. She was my height, brown skinned, pretty smile, short hair.... anyway we were in a car and we were on the run. But I don't know from what, her and I and her mom. We were driving around with all of her belongings in the car, and she kept sliding down in the seat when we passed something. We finally made it to a mall and went in so she could buy some shoes. As she was trying on shoes I went and tried some on myself. When I realized I didn't have any money, I decided to stop looking, because I felt it was pointless. But then she came over and said she would buy them for me. As we were about to buy them, she began to panic and started leaving the store in a rush. But I saw my dad. So I stopped to talk to him, he was with a group of men talking about my brother moving and how my brother had given him these plants to keep, but these plants were huge, they resembled huge palm trees. There was a smaller plant I picked up and I noticed the way the tree was removed, it was cut, not taken up down to the root. I tried to explain to my dad but he kept ignoring me and talking. So I picked up the plant and it pretty much wilted in my hand. I laid it down, I looked at the other "plants" that were like trees and they were the same way, cut and not uprooted. I just let my dad continue to talk and walked away. I followed my friend and I couldn't stop thinking about the plants.....then I can't remember much.... and I wake up.