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Dream Journal 4/10/19 | A McDonald’s Brawl

I was waiting in a very long line at McDonald’s, which was wrapped all the way around the inside, and into the bathrooms in the back. Continue reading “Dream Journal 4/10/19 | A McDonald’s Brawl”

Take A Walk With Jan #12 | Vlog

Hello, friends! I am sweaty, sunburnt, and cranky as hell. I am also too lazy to write about it, so here is a quick(ish) vlog telling you why! The video is unedited, obviously. Please excuse my appearance, as I really don’t give a shit about it right now, haha. Oh, and some pictures from our walk today. I forgot to mention that after Liam fell down, he decided to pick up, and throw out, all the sticks in the park.

Enjoy!

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Jan

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Dream Journal 2/14/16

Present day.

Kyle and I were sitting on the couch watching some animated movie, while Liam was dragging all of his stuffed animals over to the couch, and placing them at my feet. Kyle asked me if I had left a faucet on somewhere in the apartment, because we could hear running water, but I hadn’t. After a little while, we got up to double-check, because the sound was still happening, but found nothing.

Liam started crying, and threw one of his bears at me, and I realized that the bear was wet. I looked down, and saw that our entire living room was flooding with water. Kyle and I jumped up and started panicking, looking around frantically, trying to find where the water was coming from. I picked up Liam, who was now screaming from being wet and uncomfortable, and Kyle shouted for me to come to the bathroom. In the bathroom, water was cascading down each of the walls, appearing out of thin air. We ran from the bathroom back to the living room, and suddenly, water was trickling down all of the walls in the apartment, in varying severity.

There was a knock at our door, and I answered it, still carrying a crying toddler. My upstairs neighbor asked if everything was okay, but took one look at our apartment, and stormed in, determined to help us. I went to change Liam, and luckily all of the clothes in his dresser were still dry, because everything in our apartment was soaking wet. when we went back to the living room, my neighbor was on a ladder, trying to figure out where the water was coming from, but he couldn’t find anything either.

I looked out the window, and saw that there was a bad snow storm happening, and that we couldn’t leave. I was soaked and shivering, and Liam was crying, but I opened the front and back doors to that the water could pour out. When I opened the door, the water went out, but started to freeze around my feet and ankles. I brought Liam into our room and shut the door. I sat on the bed, which was soaking wet. I could hear Kyle and the landlord calling people on the phone out in the living room. Liam fell asleep on my shoulder, and we sat in the room until Kyle came in, told me to pack a bag, because we had to leave.

I packed all of the dry clothes that I could find, but couldn’t bring anything else. Back in the living room, they had shut the door to keep the cold out, and the water was up to their knees. We opened the door and left, and our neighbor went up to his apartment, still talking on the phone. The snow had nearly stopped as we ran out to the car, and I started crying as I put Liam on my lap in the front seat. His car seat had been in the living room, and was wet. Kyle called his mom to ask if we could spend the night at her house, but she only yelled at him for calling her while she was at work, and wouldn’t listen. After she hung up, Kyle started the car, and we drove to the McDonald’s a few towns over, which is open 24 hours, and went inside. Liam was still asleep on me, so I put our clothes down on one of the booths to make a bed, and put him down. Kyle went to order us food, and people turned to stare at us.

My pants had ice and frost on them and I brushed them off. An old woman across the restaurant got up and started walking towards me, but stopped, shaking her head, and turned back. I was still crying when Kyle brought our tray over, and I hungrily shoved french fries in my mouth.

Kyle got up to get our drinks, and the old woman started approaching him…

And then I woke up.

Dream Journal 2/3/16

Present day.

Kyle and I were living in Maine, in my grandparents’ old house. We had won a trip to some tropical location, and we were supposed to leave that morning. We were running around like crazy, trying to shove all of our suitcases and bags into the back of the car. The phone rang, and it was the travel agency, telling us that our flight was delayed half an hour.

Kyle and I went back inside, and proceeded to verbally make a list of all of the things that we could accomplish in the 30 extra minutes that we now had. I got online and started looking up maps of the area we were going to, and making plans on what destinations to visit. Kyle started opening all the suitcases, and packing extra things in them. After 30 minutes, we started moving everything back into the car, and then my phone rang again, and it was the travel agency, telling us our flight was delayed another 30 minutes. We went back inside, and repeated the process.

After another 3o minutes, we would outside, and there was an elderly man standing by our car. He asked us where we were going with his car, and we told him he was mistaken, because it was our car, and we were in a hurry. He slammed his hands on the hood, and told us he wasn’t going to let us leave. We put the car in reverse and drove away, with him screaming in our driveway.

As we were driving, the travel agency kept calling my phone, and I let it go to voicemail each time. Once we got to the airport, we found out that our flight had left almost 2 hours prior, and that there was nothing we could do. We called the travel agency, but the line had been disconnected. We asked the people at the airport if there was anyway we could get a different flight, and tried to explain that our agent was mistaken and we couldn’t get a hold of her. They told us they would look into it, and that we should stick around.

We started walking around the massive airport, and decided to stop and get food at McDonald’s. They called our name over the speakers, and we went back to the desk. They told us there was another plane leaving in 10 minutes, but it was a longer flight, but we could go on it if we wanted. We agreed and got on the plane, where we were seated in first class.

The other passengers were boarding the plane, and all of them glared at us as they got on. We tried to ignore them, but one woman “dropped” her water bottle on me, while it was still open, and I stood up and pushed her. Then we starting throwing punches. No one stepped in to help, and everyone just stood there.

And then I woke up (but I was totally winning).