The Cookie Riddle and The Protesting

Date: 11/25/2019

I was at my dad's house. I remember seeing like crumbly cat poop all over the floor that my stepmom wouldn't clean up for some reason. Me, my stepmom, and my dad were also eating this kind of Thanksgiving dinner leftovers that seemed to have been left out on the table for a while. I had these sweet potatoes and something else. It was kind of gross to be eating around cat poop. Also, in the dream my six year old sister was like six months old. I was holding her in this unfamiliar bedroom, and she couldn't seem to support her head. There was at least one other little boy in there who I didn't recognize. There was also this part where there was this spider in the house. My mom was in the scene. It kept going back to that scene throughout the dream. I remember I kept wondering where the spider was, and my mom kept calling me a vegetarian, which I'm not, and that's why I didn't know where it was. She kept having to remind me it was on this toy train table. Eventually, my mom somehow squashed it using the top of a cup, doing what you'd do to trap it, except that squashed it. It shriveled up, seeming to turn into an ant. It wriggled, and then it kept shriveling up more and more until it was like it had disappeared, but then I saw it was like a thin kind of winged insect, which my mom called a moth although it didn't look like a moth, but she talked to it asking it, "what do you think, you're a moth?" There was another part where I had to take this written test that also involved a hands-on activity of figuring out a riddle of sorts. I had several chocolate chip cookies and only a few of them were extra good, like with extra chocolate chips and more fresh than the rest. I had to figure out how I was going to assemble them into a container to hide them from certain people and distribute them to specific people I knew, my friends. I decided to put the good cookies on the bottom. Before this, I was writing my name and the date on the front of the packet, which seemed to be a challenge for me. I kept trying to rewrite the date. It was February 12th, but I kept putting the slashes in the wrong places like 21/. So I tried to make the 1 look like a slash and the slash look like a 1, but it was just an epic fail. I felt like I was wasting time on that. I only had 2 hours and 30 minutes to complete the test. I thought about writing my name and the date on the outside of the space where it was meant to be written, next to it, but I didn't. I also felt like I was taking too much time with the cookie activity too, but I remember then presenting it to my six-year -old sister to figure out, but I don't remember much of that. Then, it turned into me standing at the doorway of this like lunch room, turning certain people (most people actually) away or rather telling them to get to the back of the line, then I remember accepting this girl in who I went to preschool and middle school with right after turning away this couple in their sixties or seventies. I felt bad like I was being forced to do this against my will. The last scene took place in this park like place contained by gates that someone I knew and I ended up in, and we were trying to find our way out, but couldn't. I also remember briefly getting the image of someone driving backwards off the edge of a cliff, which was kind of scary. The person I was with and I were trying to find out how we could get out, then I saw this African American child who seemed like an adult till I got a closer look. I had the idea to follow her to see if where she went was the way out. I followed close behind, kind of holding onto the back of her shirt lightly. Then, I noticed she was holding a sign or a piece of paper rather that said something along the lines of "end white supremacy on public transportation." I realized she was taking part in a protest, and eventually realized as well that she was part of a long line of protesters waiting to speak to politicians. I went alongside her, agreeing with her protest. It was like she was Rosa Parks and I was in the 1960's I now realize. I tore off a piece of paper that was sloppily ripped off, but I wrote the same protest on my paper, deciding to join in. As I walked alongside her, that's when I realized she was a kid. She was only like four feet tall so she was like four. She began speaking to me about the injustice, strangely in a religious context, talking about judgement day and who gets to enter heaven. I don't remember what she said exactly, but it prompted me to say "so only one gets to go to heaven." "Exactly," she said. We soon got to the place that was like the waiting area outside the politician rooms. That's when I realized people were presenting issues to politicians. I thought about what I would say that I only saw white people on the bus I took and how, although I'm not African American that I stand in support of this issue. I realize now that that would have had to have been a disclaimer had I been doing this in the 1960's because there must have been only a select few white people in support of the civil rights movement at first. I waited a while, then I ran into my uncle who was with his second ex wife for some reason. She sounded nasally congested. I must have somehow mentioned my aunt who is my mom's sister because she said she didn't know her. I explained she was my mom's sister, using my mom's name except I, at first, accidentally said she was my mom's daughter, then corrected myself. My uncle thought it was weird that I used my mom's name, but I was like "it's just easier." Then, my mom and aunt appeared and I kissed my aunt on the cheek. I also remember Mac and cheese being in the dream in that scene. I never got to go speak to politicians, but I remember thinking about my internship supervisor and about the issue she would discuss on computer science education, and I wished she was here, suddenly wanting to discuss that, but with her with me. That's all I remember.