Me my dreams and the land of the Thai

I had a dream last night that my family threw a goodbye party for me. Okay, that was actually a daydream I had before I left. But last night, I DID dream that I was saying goodbyes, and my family WAS there.

My family owned a big clean multi-bedroom house with more than three stories, weirdly reminiscent of both my awkwardly skinny three story apartment in Eugene and my grandparents extra long house in Santa Cruz, where I've been staying for the past two weeks. The house was set against a hill in the middle of nooooowhere and the only thing in sight other than a lot of trees was a wood shop building with three walls, a roof, and a laundry line (this building gets important later on).  

I was staying in some sort of a bunk bed in a room with all my classmates although I don't actually know who any of my classmates are this term, because I'm taking entirely online classes. Despite my dreams lack of specificity in characters, I seemed to have a very strong emotional connection to all of them all I was very happy to be sharing my funky bunk bed room with everybody. I remember giving an extra long hug to a tall, red haired man and thinking "man, I'm really going to miss this guy." I don't personally know any tall, red haired men, but Ronald Weasley is someone I've missed since the last time I set down a Harry Potter book. I'm assuming that my childhood preference for spending most of my time with books rather than real people is still affecting me.

So here's what happened in this dream. I had a rad time bonding with my unknown classmates that I really, really miss whilst taking a train from nowhere to nowhere and eventually arriving in our funky bunk bed room, where my parents and all my siblings greeted me with lots of baklava and singing. I spent time with my family and time with the baklava, but then realized that I really needed to finish a construction project I'd started that was due before my Thailand departure, so I cut one of my most emotional goodbyes short to run out to the shop and work on it. It was 1 am but I don't think any of my dream characters noticed the time or the fact that it was dark. I halfheartedly built some nails with a nail creator machine, but then realized that the nail creator machine was actually making screws. This pissed me off so I decided to stop working and go back to my goodbyes, even though I'd only spent what I thought was 5 minutes on my project. 

I left the shop and returned to the house just in time to catch a glimpse of my red head friend tipping his hat in a final goodbye, dressed in what looked like mid 19th century travel gear and all his possessions tied in a red bandana on a stick over his shoulder. It was all very "I'm the one running away from home and you sure won't see me again for a while." This doubly pissed me off because I was fairly positive I was the one with a flight to catch and I wanted my departure to be the dramatic one.

When I looked at the time on my phone it was 3 am, and when I went back to the house I discovered that THREE MORE HOUSES had been built on the hill. All I could think was "wow, my Dad is really efficient, he built three houses in the time I built three nails." 

I'm still not sure what any of this has to do with the fact that I'm going to Thailand tomorrow, but I think I had to publish this post to prove to myself that I'm not as inefficient as my subconscious wants me to think I am. There ya go, subconscious.