The first dream was earlier in the night. I was in a large one story building, sort of like the art building at CSU or maybe the Student Center at CSU (except that place is multi-level IRL) I must have been a younger version of myself because I was waiting for my dad to pick me up. I was standing by an entranceway with a bunch of other people, the building looking more and more like the inside of a department store. It was cold out, with snow on the ground. I'm not sure if I knew the people (mostly women, if not all) I was standing with...I suspect maybe they were people I knew from CSU. I saw a blue Volvo drive by, and I told the people around me that was my dad. I told them I was going out to the parking lot to find him, but if he came in here to look for me to tell him to stay put and I'll be back. (But how would they know who my dad was?) Then I said something sarcastically like "You'll get to meet my dad. Aren't you lucky?" So I went outside in the cold, melting/frozen slushy messy snow to find my dad's car in a huge parking lot. It was taking forever to walk around the building to the main entrance, and I never did find my dad, so I walked the entire perimeter back to my starting point. I went inside where I had been waiting with the other people. My dad was there, talking to some of them, but he didn't look like himself, in fact, he didn't look like anyone that I know. The only thing that seemed vaguely familiar was his voice...sort of that monotone. He was much taller, I mean, he was even taller than Tim it seemed. Although he was bald on top like my dad, the pattern of the baldness seemed to cut much more severely into the back, making him even more bald, but the remaining hair was thicker, dark, and longer and was tied into a short ponytail in the back. (ok, this was definitely not my dad...this guy was much cooler) He was wearing a long dark leather jacket...totally not my dad's style. As I started to leave with him, I asked the other people what they thought of him, cueing them with my vocal inflections to respond about what a total dork he was, but because this guy was not at all what I, nor they, had been expecting, they were all a bit bewildered in how to answer me.

At some point, I had a short dream where I was sitting at a table with some other people. I don't remember any of them except for one woman who might've been someone I knew in college who was very overweight, but the dream person didn't much look like the real person. The topic of weight came up, and I said something that pissed this woman off. She then asked me, "Are you calling me fat?!?" And although I wanted to say honestly "yes", I said, "You are overweight, there's no denying it. Hey, I'm overweight too, ok?"

I was going for a walk with Stan. The location was a weird hybrid of Madison and Fort Collins with maybe even a little Montrose (CO) thrown in. The Madison part was around Corry/St. Paul/Waubesa/Milwaukee streets...around the tracks, maybe even on the "other" side of Milwaukee street...but it was combined with an area in Fort Collins on the east side that's much creepier in the dream than IRL. The RL version is around Stuart St. where an old outdoor theatre used to be (I don't know if it's still there). The dream version has a lot of creepy small white unkept frame houses with not many trees. As we were walking, we became aware that we were late for dinner, and one of our mom's, either mine or Stan's, was fixing dinner for us. I didn't want to be late, so I started to run. Stan did not want to run, so I left him behind. As I ran, I noticed that my body was much thinner than it is IRL. I was running southward, which doesn't make any sense in Fort Collins because I would need to be running Northeastward to get to my parent's house. Neither would it make any sense if it was Montrose because I'd have to run a helluva long way to get there. It would make sense if it was Madison, though...the direction I was running would get me to my own house. But as I got to "the house", it seemed to be more like Montrose, and as I was running I was approaching Stan's Mom's and Aunt's duplex on the Aunt side. I wondered if it would be polite of me to enter from the Aunt side, even though it was Stan's mom that was having the meal. At this point, the house also seemed like a recurring junior high school building that I've had in dreams before. When I got inside, I sat down at the table. Then I looked over and saw Stan, already sitting there. It freaked me out as I had no idea how he could have gotten there before me since he chose not to run. Stan also didn't look like himself...his hair was darker, shorter and curlier, and he had more of a pudding face. I asked him how he got there before me, and I can't remember what he said, but something was implied that he had gotten a ride. I was really pissed why he didn't ask me if I wanted a ride too, and I think I shouted at him and woke myself up.

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