Weird Dreams Again

I had another dream... I always dream...

I was dreaming I was in a place... I think it was a ship...
There was an earthquake and I was to receive payment for injury...
Then I was at a hospital where a guy tried to attack me.
I successfully defended myself. He had a gun, 
I wrestled it away from him and held him off with his own gun. 
Which he didn't see coming, from me. 

Then I was at a guy's place where we were having a fight.
I was leaving because he told me to leave.
And I went and took some of the food from the fridge
that I had bought. He didn't want to let me.

Then a tarot reader was having a thing next door.
She heard us arguing and started telling us
the cards that were pulled for both of us.

Then I had to leave the room when some people came.
I left my laptop there and had to tell them
what tabs were open to identify it as mine.

Then a lady who wrote a book was doing a show.
It was her telling everyone how she got to best seller.
She was showing some books as she was talking, 
and some of them were my scrap books...
Just opening them to random pages
and showing the content to everyone as she spoke
about selling her own books.
She wasn't claiming that she was selling mine. 
I guess she just wanted to show something
and tell her story.

Then somehow I was at a restaurant with a ladle of something
that was smoldering and causing this big fancy restaurant
to start filling with smoke.
All the people eating, stopped eating. 
And they watched me open the main door
and drop it into the garbage can in the front of the building. 
There were two women chatting near the garbage can. 
I explained it was causing the restaurant to be filled with smoke.
Like I need an explanation for what I was doing.

Then I was invited to a fancy Christmas party dinner thing.
There was a big buffet thing and I had a full plate.
I was looking for a place to sit. 
(My Grandmother was there, getting food with me.)
I was having a hard time finding a table to sit
because by that time, everyone had already ate
and I had to find a table where there was cutlery still.

By the time I found a place to sit...
I had accidentally spilled all my food onto the floor
and I was devastated
because I had been looking forward to eating my food...

I'm going to try to remember my dreams so that I can
look back on these posts and try to remember them.
If I can... I sometimes read my old posts...

Anyway, over 4 thousand posts since I started this blog... 

The dream about the writer kind of makes me feel like writing.
Under a pen name...

I would have a hard time claiming it was mine, 
but the point would be to just write it.
And if I'm the one selling it, it would be mine anyway.
I'm not sure how it works exactly.

From a young age I wanted to be an author.
Writing for me has been pivotal because it gave me a voice.
My actual voice never matured much
because people around me never cared much
about listening to me and told me 
that they didn't care about anything I said,
pretty much. It didn't seem to matter to anyone
other than me. 

So I retreated and created my own world
where I could just write anything I wanted to
and express my feelings there
because it was easier than telling people
who didn't want to hear it.

My mother would say "I don't want to hear it. I don't care!"
Which was pretty much the last thing she said to me
before telling me to leave.
The last time I saw her. 
We spoke on the phone a few times after that.
Like that never happened... As usual...
But I haven't seen her.
She makes a big deal over me choosing not to
have gotten the vaccine for Covid. 

Some people who got it still have side effects from it.

Anyway, I digress... 
And just waking up.