lastnite: a dream journal

Guns and candy

I dreamt that Stephanie brought the rest of her key lime pie to work for a special snacktime treat.

Grandpa wanted me to learn how to shoot a gun in case I was ever attacked. I was in the old house, on the landing between the two flights of stairs, shooting out the front door. No one was there. I used up all the ammo, then I went downstairs. Mom was cleaning out the room that was my playroom when I was a kid, later her craft room, and later my bedroom. She had a huge decorator's basket and she took my two guns away, hiding them under the scraggly peacock feathers. There weren't nearly enough to hide the guns, but Mom seemed satisfied.

I had gone to Sam's and bought a huge box of candy (probably a bleed-through from that Dexter's Lab commercial about winning a year's supply of Airheads candy). I was brushing my teeth, then I was going to eat candy and fall asleep. My mom was in my living room, talking to me as I took my candy into the bathroom with me. She told me that eating candy after brushing my teeth was the stupidest thing she had heard in a while.