Lots of fragments last night, and one big one.
Dreamed that I was a teenager, that I had a little sister and that Mum was marrying someone new. He was a terrible bore with a terrible beard and bad glasses, and it seemed to me that his job was to read fatuous books and then pontificate about them. In the dream, he had a name, but I guess I worked hard to forget it.
It was his birthday and we had sat down to dinner at our craftsman table in the craftsman dining room of our craftsman home. Everything about the Stepfather was craftsman and books. He was a real one-trick pony, like a stereotype from a 90s movie.
I’d “forgotten” to get him a present, but I had a card for him. It was in my room. I went to get it.
The house was on a lake that seemed to be split into two wings, one on either side of a u-shaped dock that opened out onto the water. My room was in the far wing, so I had to cross the dock to get to it. The lake had risen that day and the dock was covered in a few inches of greenish water.
My room was upstairs and set up like a teenager’s room would be, with a bed and a desk and posters. I found the card I wanted to give to the Stepfather. I’d made it last year as a Christmas card but never sent it out. It was done in pen and pencil crayon. It was a landscape with a lion in the sun. It was unfinished, so I got to work finishing it up. I had to scribble out the “Christmas 2008” that was written in the corner. That all took far too long and they’d already started opening presents by the time I returned.
Dreamed I was in a new episode of Scrubs, but it was real life.
Dreamed I had many glass cabinets arranged in a row.
Woke up singing “Ruthie”.