Dream Journal
I was driving around in a large, expensive car near a sandy beach with a guy and stop at a beach house. We go inside and Melissa starts yelling at me for something I did wrong. I cannot handle her yelling at me, so I run from the house and run down the street.
I hide behind another building, but Melissa and the guy drive up to me in my expensive car and get out. Vicki from work is there with dark black hair and was smacking gum. Melissa yells at me some more, and then I have my chance to say something.
I yell back at her through sobbing tears, telling her that I’m sorry I’ve been such a rotten sister and that I didn’t do what she wanted me to. Vicki moderated our argument, but never interfered.
Themes: Melissa