#jappense

I don't know what order these dreams were in.

Dream 1: A man from China visited us. I don't believe he was welcome. He just showed up one morning and demanded that we take him to the thrift store. For some reason, we thought this was a good idea (we being me and my mom) and hopped into the car in a very cartoon-ish backdrop (the sky was white and all the buildings looked fake). Driving to our usual thrift store, we realized it had been replaced by a tiny hole-in-the-wall. When we turned around to face the parking lot again, we realized it had been replaced by a day-time night-market. Of course, this all made perfect sense at the time, and I proceeded to show the man around the (apparently familiar) day-night-market. 

There were a ton of Hello Kitty things there, and some how, Jenny appeared next to me. I pointed out a Hello Kitty laptop case (that was green?) and she squealed. 

I felt overwhelmed in a flood of cheaply made knickknacks. 

Apparently the man was looking for iPad things...but everything was in Japanese! The day-night-market suddenly became a giant warehouse and the man was showing us around. He pointed to various billboards and tried to scan pictures with a barcode scanner. It worked. 

We were transported to a new room where hundreds of old ladies were rummaging through coats and shoes looking for _something_. I found a shoe. Then I tried it on and woke up. 

Dream 2: I lived in a house that was some ways away from where I go to school. The family room was consistently flooded during the day with lavish sunlight streaming in through the giant windows. During the summer, however, the house was to be renovated. 

My parents decided to move to our other house (WOAH WHAT WE HAVE ANOTHER HOUSE?). This one was adorably old and small but had a very cozy and old feel to it. There were no giant windows with lavish sunlight streaming through, but rather little windows on what looked like a cottage. But this was in the middle of a rather busy neighborhood. Somehow, the garage was connected to the living room, and as I walked out onto the street, I saw Lucy glide down the street while standing on top of a pair of roller blades  Her feet weren't in them. This, it seems, was perfectly normal. Apparently I had spent a good deal of my childhood in this house though I was pretty certain I had never moved before. Apparently we came here every summer.