Had a dream last night where I was trying to go away for a holiday, just to Kangaroo Island down south of the state. Personally I've been there about a dozen times, so its no big deal for me, but I know one friend who's never been.
So in my dream myself, my brother, his fiance and their daughter, our best friend, and apparently my 'best friend' all decided to go to KI. Except I was the only one who seemed the least bit organised. Everyone else was procrastinating or having issues of some sort.
My bro and his family were organising and driving themselves, but I was in charge of organising and driving our friends. Trying to pack for myself, load my stuff in the car, get him to actually pack the right stuff and get that in the car, making sure that she was ready to go soon as we picked her up. It was such a mindfuck.
By the end of it I'd manage to move everyone about 1/3 of the way there (on a 5 hour journey to the ferry), hired a hotel room because it was too late to continue, and ended up washing 2 full sets of clothes (that would be on 'set' of cammo pants/shirt/jumper/socks, and one set of purple for anyone paying the home game). I remember pulling them off the clothes line and putting them in the clothes basket, and hauling that to the back door...
That's when someone came around the side of my house. A shorter person dressed all in black. Anyone who knows my house knows you can't get in without a key and/or a ladder, so someone just casually wandering around the back, while creepy under normal settings, is impossible at my place. BUT... That's actually where my dream ended. I never got to see who this shadowy figure was, or why he was creeping around my 'house' or why my 'house'/backyard was my hotel room or why it was located just down from work in the middle of the CBD.
Honestly, is anyone else still wondering why my business is called Weird Dreams Ink?
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