This is the dream:

Before I get into the amount of strange dreams I had last nite, I want to congratulate myself for not being a total slacker this week. I've gone to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour, and awake by 9am every morning. I have yet to completely waste a day here, and that's a major accomplishment for me.

The dreams I had last nite were several different scenarios that all linked together. There weren't any breaks that I can remember. In the first scene, me and my friend Bear were in a white room with all the windows open, sun shining through. Everything was great until he started yelling at me about, "my pursuit of happiness". Then, from there, I was suddenly watching old tape reel movies with Carson Jobe in a room with shaggy green carpet. He was sorting through a box of old movies when I turned around because I heard a telephone ringing. When I turned back to ask Carson to get the phone, he was gone.

I walked downstairs and out through the front door of this mysterious house where the dream was taking place. My mother was outside waiting for me. We were walking the perimeter of the house on this perfect blue sky, sparse white clouds, afternoon. Suddenly my ex's mother pulled up in a truck, into the driveway, with two other people I've never seen in my life; a man and a woman. I immediately felt this huge pit in my stomach. Not so much because I was afraid to run into her, but because in the dream it was very apparent that my mother and his mother did NOT like each other. I leaned over to my mother and whispered, "I had a dream that this was going to happen". My mother said, "What?!", so I kept telling her, louder and louder, over and over, until I was practically screaming and my ex's mother heard us. She walked over to my mother and me. The man and the woman continued walking as if nothing had happened, off the set of the dream.

"I'm not talking to you while she's here", my ex's mom said, scowling at my mother. "Okay", I replied, "I had a dream--" but before I could finish, my ex's mom started yelling at me. I yelled back in return. I don't even know what either of us was trying to say because there was so much yelling. And that's when I woke up.

Strange, strange, strange. I heard from my HS BFF last nite for the first time in a few years. Maybe that had something to do with dreaming about the past? Who knows? I'm almost certain this dream was trying to tell me something. I'm not sure what, but I know it has nothing to do with the people in the dream.

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On a side note, plan; "Convince Patrick to Quit His Job"; is underway. I should probably explain why I think it makes sense that he quit his job. It has nothing to do with the job itself, its merely the hours. I didn't realize how much he worked until I moved here. He never has free time to do the things he wants to do. That's not living. I love my brother, he's my best friend. Because of that, I feel its unacceptable that he's not able to have the time to do even half of the things he wants to do here. So I'm going to help him find another job.

Oh, one more thing. My little brother scored a new nickname last nite.
We'll now be referring to him as, "The Incident".