not a dream like the last one

i dreamed i was an older kid in a van full of people. we were a family but of all different races. one of my pastors was there too.

we went to a house. we were supposed to be very very quiet indeed and go to the bathroom without getting caught or there would be heinous consquences. we entered, and a little blond girl and a little black boy went off like a shot down the huge twisty staircase. the bathroom was down the stairs a level, then to the left. in attempting to keep up i dropped my ziploc bag of quarters. wincing, i waited for it to hit the marble floor of the foyer below. it took quite a while, maybe seven seconds, before we heard the clangy thunk.

discombobulated, we all went the wrong way. in the sitting room, the two younger kids before me had disturbed an old white lady in a flowered dress with a lace collar. we were absolutely petrified. she came upon us, tall, thin, and straight, armed with her words and intentions of social obligation, ever... so... slowly..., forcing us into the parlor wherein sat another old white lady. i think between us all, having scattered, we ran into 4 different scary thin old white people and we congregated in the parlor. my pastor came up, much to our relief. he (black, in case you're keeping track) turned into a peppy young white guy off of some tv show. i saw my old med school advisor hover in and out of the room.

i still really had to go to the bathroom. all the adults chimed in at once. "down a level, and to the left." i asked just to be sure, and they made fun of me. so i left. as i descended the grand staircase i entered the lofty first level, with high, high ceilings tall enough to accomodate the lavishly decorated 12-foot christmas tree. this room was incredible, with marble floors, pillars, and christmas festive-ness. festivity? there was a train, and twinkling lights, and ribbon, and cotton snow on the ground. i went to the guest half-bath, also decorated in high style with poinsettias, gilt fixtures and rich carpet. i knew i wanted to linger in this magical christmasland. but i decided inexplicably to make a break for it.

i walked a hurried half-block to my car, my ride so fly. i took off down the parkway. i took the wrong branch at a fork in the road and ended up spiraling up, up, up into a hospital parking area. i couldn't go down until i went to the top. at the top i applied the brakes. i was ready to go down but a large gaggle of old white people were just about to take off on their morning constitutional. i was suddenly on a bike. down i went, verrrry slowly, with poor balance because i was going too slowly and pushing backwards on my coaster brake pedals. i fell once. twice. and the second time i took out a little round late 50's lady with dwarfism, in a teal jogging suit.

i ran over a dwarf in my dream.

it's just so bizarre i had to write it down.

this one had better not come true!