This
dream was about
coffee (thanks,
knifegirl! no, I'm not mad about it, it was an interesting dream . . . [this reference is from a chatterbox conversation earlier in which knifegirl mentioned coffee in some way that ended up sticking in my mind. yuck]) and
cream soda, except this cream soda looked like the orange of those
orange and cream ice cream bars.
My
cousin tells me that a
bottle of cream soda (as above) has three times the
calcium (
caffeine?) value of a cup of coffee. After that, I constantly am reminded of a
house I supposedly live in, except it's a combination of a whole bunch of houses I've lived in in the past 10 years. There are two parts to the
basement; one is always dark and is full of tools and other old stuff, and everytime I'm in there I imagine
giant spiders about to bite me (each spider roughly the size of a 17"
monitor for the body), though they never do, and there are two entrances: one through a
window to the outside (and this was used frequently as a regular entrance), and the other was a door to a
bedroom that also had two other exits; the other basement room (for some reason, the bedroom wasn't associated with the basement) was more like a
hallway with some stuff on each side (washer/dryer,
etc.). For some reason, there's never enough room for me to
sleep in the bedroom (apparently both my
sisters and a whole bunch of my
friends sleep there), so I always have to wait for someone else to finish sleeping so I can sleep there. There's a set of stairs leading up from this room, but I never seem to go up them. Late in the evening, I go out the basement window and head toward an old and broken down
house. I find a couple more of my friends there; they seem to be engaged in some
rituals that I can't figure out. I walk around a wall that's still standing and discover a large group of people there who seem to be associated with a
church I've been attending recently. They don't pay much attention to me, so I go back around the wall. My friends have uncovered a stairway leading down, and there is light coming from it. It seems to be related to my house (as above) somehow, but I can't figure it out . . . Someone comes up and tells me that I have to go get my
Boy Scout hat since I didn't pick it up at the meeting (meeting?). I go to the building and walk inside (it is now very late, perhaps 11pm). I can walk all the way around the room where my Boy Scout hat is, but I can't get inside because the
Air Force (?) has locked it. For some reason, I know that my mom is inside, and then she lets me in. I grab my hat (a
burret of sorts) and something that is attached to it. Suddenly a bunch of small (
computer-
mouse sized) spiders come running from a dark corner toward me, all in a straight
line. I have a
staff (
quarterstaff?) in my hand, and I put one end on the ground where the spiders will run into it. The spiders run into the staff and split in two pieces which fall into two separate piles. As the spider-halves fall onto the piles, they become bottles of cream soda (and I am reminded that cream soda is better than coffee, as above). Then I go back home. For some reason, I think that it's now near 7am, and I am very sleepy. I go into the bedroom and wait for someone to wake up, so I can sleep there (no idea why I don't try to sleep on the floor). Finally someone wakes up, and I get to sleep for a while. When I wake up, someone is asking me if I was really out all night, and I am confirming that
rumor. I go outside and see everyone that I saw at the old and broken down house last night, except now they are outside a large
mansion packing up
vehicles to leave . . .