The dream 6/29/24

My stepson (who lives an alternative lifestyle and is gay) and some of his friends were throwing a big party at our home (he doesn't live with us). One of his friends was the person in charge of decorations. Stepson's friend's character was weird, prideful, and aggressive, so no one dared challenge him. He sat next to me, and we started talking. I felt very uncomfortable or uneasy around him.

Next, a repairman entered to check things in the house. We asked him what he was doing, and he said our home had double gas lines, so he needed to check them out. The repairman took a seat while the guy and I were having a conversation. I felt that the repairman was helping me be careful with my words so I wouldn't offend the man decorating the house. We got on the subject of homosexuality, and I said I didn't even know what a bull dagger (lesbian) looked like, but again, the repairman was helping me to be careful with my words.

Then, the friend led us to where the party was taking place so we could see the decorations. They were weird and creepy, with all types of defiled things. As we walked through the decorations, I eventually exited the door and found a store. I went in but didn't purchase anything. I left the store walking and found myself in my childhood neighborhood.

Everything had changed, and all the people I knew from childhood were no longer there. A lady was sitting on the porch of our old home, and then I looked into a neighbor's house who used to be Hispanic, but now a black lady occupied the home. 

Then I left and opened a door with steps leading upstairs. The stairs were steep, but it was the only way out of the place, so I climbed them. I counted the steps: 25. Once I reached the top, I opened the door and was at a different location. I opened the door, and I started walking again. Then I caught the subway train, where an older lady knew me. She called out my name, so I went to her, and we talked.

I asked her to get off at my stop. Meanwhile, someone gave me a little white car to drive, but the steering wheel was broken. The steering collar would break apart while I was driving, and the lady would hold the pieces and repair the steering wheel every time it broke apart; the color of the steering wheel was black.

Lastly, as we were driving, the lady began directing me to where she desired to be dropped off. She wanted me to take a specific exit, but I missed it. She said she would get a room for the night, but I told her to stay with me. We took the next exit, and I let her out but told her to stay put and that I would be right back to get her. I then drove home. The party was over, but no one had cleaned up. 

I knew the lady would stay with me and not spend the night at the hotel, so I was concerned with the house's condition. Next, I left the house to go and get the lady, but she was gone. I saw strange things around me, like a crazy woman in her yard wielding a broom. But I kept walking and began to call the lady named Bertha. Other people knew I was looking for the lady, but they had yet to see her. I was determined to find her, so I kept walking and calling out to her.

Then I woke up!