First dreamt that Daddy was sitting on my bed in my old dorm room, Towers. He said he had to go. I asked if he couldn't stay a few more years, and he said, no.
Next, dreamt I was working in a store. I had a ponytail and was wearing black jeans. A guy from high school came in with a basket covered in a white handkerchief. In the basket was a pistol and some figurines, they were porcelain children, sort of like Hummels. He wanted to sell them. My manager said, no. I talked to my manager, telling him I'd known Nick since junior high and that he was alright, so he bought the basket. After Nick had gone one of my coworkers was picking on me about him. I went home to my parents house and was in the kitchen. My mother was at the table, only it wasn't really Mummy, just the mother of my dream. She looked a bit like Marie Osmond, plump, with dark curly hair, fair skin, and a beautiful smile. I remember her magenta lipstick. She was wearing a sweater, red and black. Susan, another girl from junior high, was with her. I told them about Nick, and Susan said that he had women and children all over the country. They both were laughing. Mummy wanted to know how that made him so different from me, minus the children, and they were roaring with laughter.
I did not record this dream last week, but I'd dreamt that there were vagrants everywhere. It was very stony, and there were even bums coming out of the water. They all seemed to be balding white men with dark hair. I had to kill a couple of them which is why I did not record the dream. I stabbed them.
