Dream Journal
My parents, Melissa, and I were going somewhere and there was a lot of mud. The roadway had flooded so much that someone had erected three-foot stone walls on the road shoulder to keep a path dry-ish for walking, but the water was threatening to spill over the wall.
We walked carefully and tried not to disturb the water, sticking to the driest places we could, but when we reached our destination our feet were soaked and muddy. We stopped at a small house to change our shoes and socks, and we saw something on the floor inside the house. I couldn’t tell what it was, but mom told me to hurry changing my socks and get back outside.
Once outside, I repacked my bag and watched Melissa pull out brand new dresses, costumes and shoes: a whole bunch of stuff she had bought on the trip. Some of her new things were wrapped in plastic and flattened like cardboard.
I told her that not everything would fit in her bag, but she didn’t care: she loved the new outfits she had purchased. She put a few of them back into her bag, zipped up and was ready to go. As my parents started out I told them to wait. I went behind a table where I found all of Melissa’s old clothes and some of her new ones that wouldn’t fit into her bag: she had stashed them to leave them behind.
I pulled the clothes out, handful after handful, angry that she was being so wasteful. I wanted to throw them into the flooded road, and started to do so until I realized that my parents had paid a lot of money for them and they would be very hurt if I did that.
My mom told my sister to pack all of it, but she couldn’t fit it all into her bag and she was very snotty about it.