California Dreamin'

I'm pleasantly surprised to find that, opposite of what I expected, this journal seems to increase my propensity for remembering dreams. Granted, they are not necessarily more interesting but I am able to recall them nevertheless. Both occured last night.

Not Quite as Bad as Mrs. Lovett's Shop, but Almost

In this dream, my house was not just a restaurant but the worst prepared restaurant ever. A couple comes in just before closing time and orders food, of which we have none. The woman wants what I believe was supposed to be paella but in my dream it was a strange variation thereof. The man ordered something with fried kalamari on top. In our restaurant, you sat on the hard wood floor at a short table in that area between the kitchen and family room although the family room was also converted into the restaurant. I'm stressing out because it is entirely on my shouders to prepare some sort of food. The rest of my family is there but with no intention of doing anything. We try to suggest to the couple that it would be in their interest to go somewhere else as we were just closing up and having nothing readily prepared, but they assure us they are willing to wait. So I struggle to put some kind of meal together and try to be somewhat creative since we don't actually have much of the ingredients needed to make the dishes. My mom argues with me because I'm doing it wrong but eventually I win. The funny thing, to me at least, is that this area of my house is totally open so the people had to be really dense to not hear all this arguing and talk of not having any food and such. Finally, we serve the people edible food and they leave.

I swear that I am really not as bad a driver as this dream suggests.

It was a Sunday morning but also a school day. I had to return to Fresno, but I decided to drop in on Mr. Doherty before I did so. I went to Cal High and talked to him for a while. I decided it was time to leave and as I walked towards the front of the school but I get periodically stuck and can't move. Molly, who I haven't seen since middle school I think, is there visiting too and tries to talk to me but notices I'm temporarily paralyzed and asks me what is going on. I try to explain in between bouts of motionlessness but eventually we both give up and say goodbye. I get in my car and suddenly Joseph is with me so I guess I was taking him home. I was in a hurry, so I started the car before I was fully prepared and couldn't get my foot on the brake. At first I ran the red light at the Broadmoor (which I know doesn't exist) and I was too busy freaking out about that to realize that Broadmoor has become a race track and all these really fast cars are driving past and around me, luckily avoiding me. I try to change lanes and get off of the race track but then the cars are coming from behind me. I woke up before I died in a fiery wreck or any other resolution could take place.