The first part had something to do with my grandmother living in the wild. We were either on a raft or in a tree house or both. That's all I remember about the first one.
The weird part started with the second dream. I probably remembered my cousin telling me to go to a drag show in college, so in the dream I was arriving to see a drag show and looking around for people I knew to sit with. I was confused because all of the guys were in normal clothes, not drag. BUT THEN...
I saw my old band director, Mr. R, dressed up in drag. Which was extremely uncomfortable. He is not a drag-wearing sort of guy. He was wearing a short red dress with spaghetti straps and a black ruffle around the bottom, fishnets, and black high heels. He didn't see me because he was taking his sons to see the drag show. (I think he only has one adult son in real life.)
I found a table to sit at with some girls I knew, but the only person I remember from it was my friend Abby, who has been in one dream of mine before. Still on the subject of band directors, the other girls at the table (who must've been band kids) started complaining about Mr. B from last year, which semi-pissed me off, as usual.
While we were sitting there, this guy started jogging past our table and I thought it was Mr. R again, in jogging clothes this time. But the guy looked up and it was my DAD, when he was a young man. He looked about thirty. (Which is how old he was when I was born.)
I stopped him and decided to talk to him for a minute. I told him I was his daughter, which he went with for some reason, even though I was probably really an infant in his life. (This was really surreal, by the way.) We chatted for a moment and then he went on his way. That was about it.
In the spirit of this dream, my lovely visual for this post is this:
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