I was hoping to sleep a bit later today, but I had quite a bad dream and woke up from it. Yes, last night I dreamed I was at Manderley. In the dream, there were repairs being done where I was living (shades of the old house) and I was having to stay in one room with, I think, my parents. Then, I was also in some kind of school or something, and I liked someone but no one was allowed to date in this school, or see each other, and we were found out because there were spycams in the walls. At some point I figured out how to disable one of them, and I was writing a note to the person of my affection, and the woman who was the head of making sure none of this went on came into the classroom. I turned the card I was writing on over and quickly began scribbling notes about the film we were watching in the class, Black Narcissus. It fooled the woman. An interesting thing about my scribbles was that they'd turned into actual print - you know, type. Then, later, I was driving around in a very old and large car (looked like it was from the sixties or seventies). There was a lot of traffic, which was really annoying (this part of the dream is easy to understand - the traffic getting in and out of the parking structure in Burbank for the Colony Theater was a nightmare in itself). I was driving on Sunset and parked and went into some store, where I sat and waited for awhile, but no one helped me, so I left. I forgot I was in this old and large car (perhaps my real car was being serviced) and walked the wrong way, then realized my mistake and walked back and found the car. As I went to open the door, I noticed that the window was open and that my wallet was sitting on the little thing where the gear shift was. I got in, opened the wallet reluctantly, only to find my ATM card missing, my license missing, etc. I went ballistic. My cell phone was also missing. I ran to a pay phone, all the while screaming and yelling to myself. Then I woke up.
