dream 1: for some reason, my dad drives tanker trucks now, and i am going with him on a delivery across country. i somehow did something (shot it but without a gun or something) to the windshield so there's a hold in it, and he says, well, i tried to warn you about the wind and bugs, but now you'll have to find out for yourself.' he's driving along and he's not drunk, but he's taking wild turns and driving off the road and generally driving like it's his first time behind the wheel. we then come to a building and drive in to it, but it's not our destination. instead, my dad tells me that to get where we're going, we need to carry the tanker truck (it dawns on me here it's full of gasoline) up several flights of stairs and then drive it out the front door on the top floor (as if the building were set into a hill.) what seems a perfectly natural course of action to him of course seems ludicrous to me, and i try to argue with him, but he continues to insist that this taker truck (which he expects just me and him to carry) will squeeze through stairwells that look like they wouldn't accommodate a large couch.
thankfully that dream ended before we all blew up.
dream 2: i'm walking with this girl Erin i know here, we're walking in what originally seems to be part of my old neighborhood but turns out we're on our way to the mall. i'm dedicated to keeping pace, because she runs marathons and i can't stand to get all puffy and wheezy in front of her (that part is pretty close to reality.) we trek up this hill, and go into the mall, she's trying to pick up some film she developed. we go in, and i notice maculay culkin is there, that will come in later. we go to the second floor, and find the photo shop. she asks for her pictures and for some developed reel film (???) but the guy is in a bad, hurried mood, like he's just tired and hungry and wants to go home and is taking it out on us. so he tells her he'll give her the pictures but he'd have to go downstairs to the freezer to get the reel, and since he already gave her one thing, she'll have to come back the next day to get the reel. she's disappointed because she wanted to take them home (today i'm actually taking her to the airport to go home, and in the dream, that was still the plan, or we were on our way to the airport.) she's disappointed, and so i decide to pretend to ask for the reel myself under my name, and then tell him it's for her, but he was willing to do it for me so he might as well do it for her. it's at this point i notice (although it doesn't seem to be odd to anyone else) that i'm in my sports bra and shorts and nothing else. i'm slightly horrified, but no one else seems to mind, so i let it go. it's also at this point that i realize i am talking with an irish accent (also which no one seems to notice.) he rings it up, and hands me a bill (with just the name 'jesse' on it.) i ask him how he could do that because i hadn't given him my name or credit card yet, and he says he looked me up in his database based on my appearance, that i'm pale short and chubby. i get indignant and start yelling, and tell him he's gonna go get my reel right away but he's actually gonna get her reel and pretend like it's mine. he grumblingly goes off to do it. i look at Erin, thinking she must totally think i'm nuts, but she just thanks me for helping her get the reel. when we're leaving, i see maculay again, standing by the rail looking at the floor, and i notice he looks old, tired, short, pale, and chubby. i figure he's depressed, and i want to go give him a hug because i feel bad for him that he had people saying they saw him being molested, and had to go and testify that he wasn't, and that if he really wasn't it would be bad enough but if he was, it would be horrible, to know it happened, know people saw it and did nothing, and now be terrified to admit it to an audience of millions. but i don't hug him, because i'm a total stranger and i figure celebrities don't like that sort of thing.
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