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Weird Dream....

Last night, I had a very strange dream that kind of bothered me, but only because it was unpleasant to experience. My dreams usually aren't symbolic; they're more like scenarios slapped together from things I see in real life. Maybe it would be nice if they were more fantastic....?

In this dream, my father decided that for some celebratory reason he wanted my whole family to go out to a fancy restaurant he had read about in the newspaper. I didn't want to go, but my mother, my sister and I tagged along to appease him. It looked like a standard family restaurant, with wood panelling and waitresses wearing boring black and white pants outfits. I figured, let's just enjoy ourselves, and proceeded to look at the menu. Everything looked interesting enough, but the prices were outrageous. Most of the dishes cost over $25, and I tried to find the cheapest entree I could, but there just wasn't ANYTHING there I could order, almost as if the prices changed as soon as I focused on each dish. I tried to order a sandwich, and it turned out to be $50! My mother and Kristen managed to find something and their food was delivered immediately. The waitress, who looked like a teenager, kept hanging over my shoulder trying to take my order. I joked around that I was having a heck of a time trying to find something to order that wouldn't break my parents' wallets, but she didn't even smile. I became embarrassed because I realized that I was stupid to think that there weren't people who couldn't easily shell out this kind of money for a restaurant meal--we were idiots to go to a restaurant like this without researching the prices. I wanted to walk out, but the waitress wouldn't leave.

Then, all of a sudden, a gunshot was fired, and an elderly man fell out of his chair, dead. Everyone started screaming, and the police came out of nowhere and tackled the shooter to the floor. It was a 5-year-old boy!

It had turned out that the man he killed was the restaurant owner. He was involved in some kind of political lobbying, and the kid, who had been brought up on a commune of human rights activists, killed him because he was a "traitor to humanity."

As the police took the kid away, he looked at me and smirked. I saw his mother crying in a corner and I told her that I was sorry about what happened with her son, and that it must be very hard for her. She shook her head and said that she was just happy that he believed in a cause strongly enough to take a life. She had raised him well.

This was NOT what I wanted to hear, and I tried to get my family to leave. That's when I noticed that the kid's mother had somehow gotten a hold of Saffron, Kristen's mini SD, and was crying uncontrollably while shaking the doll. Then, she got a horrible expression on her face and threw Saffron at the floor. I jumped forward and caught her just in time. Then I lost my temper and yelled at the kid's mother. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I screamed. "She doesn't belong to you! Why don't you go break something of yours? That's my sister's!"

Then everyone in the restaurant broke into whispers about what a horrible person I was for caring about a doll when this woman had just lost her son. The kid's mother declared to the whole restaurant that I was a typical spoiled brat, who else would eat in a place like this, all she cares about is her STUFF, it's because of people like me that her son became a murderer. I shot back that I wasn't that kind of person, they didn't know me at all, we had gone to the expensive restaurant by mistake and the doll belonged to my sister, not me. Saffron had a lot of sentimental value, and I didn't want my sister to cry over her broken mini SD because that bitch of a woman raised a terrorist. Then everyone started yelling at me, and I woke up.

It was a stupid dream, but it put me in a bad mood for a while ^____^;;.....I don't think it has to do with anything, but I'm trying to think of what I might have seen or read that might have provoked this dream? I dunno. 9_9....