Em (wife) and I were with her dad, Paul, and we were traveling around. We wound up heading right into the heart of Fort Worth. It was kind of bizarre because we were looking at it nestled down at the bottom of a bunch of hills, and we were looking at it from the top of one of the hills. The
downtown center was actually very small, and it was primarily residential. The houses were all very small, and built all exactly the same. They looked like little yellow toy houses with red roofs. We realized that this was a very poor section of town inhabited primarily by Hispanics, and we needed to get out of there.
It was getting to be late in the evening, but the sun was still out, getting ready to set. We turned around to get ready to leave, and we realized that there was some sort of curfew set so that anyone in Fort Worth at that time of night could not leave until the next morning. We started looking around for a way to leave, and we found that our most probable route was to leave through a Jeep factory that was there on the hill with us.
We went into the factory, and we could see though it, and we were going to leave, but we wound up running into one of the guys that worked there. We tried to pass off our being there as something "normal", such as just looking around, or we worked there, or something like that. We didn't want him to know that we were attempting to leave. I think he wound up catching on and did something to try to prevent us from leaving, like closing the garage doors at the other side of the building.
We walked farther into the building, and there were all these parts hanging up on the walls. There were Jeep doors, tires, steering wheels, and such. The interior of the factory seemed to be like the framing of a house, with walls that were made of 2x4s, but they were made of metal. They were also open like walls that didn't have any sheet rock on them. Eventually, we somehow got out, and we got back into Paul's vehicle and left.
We drove around the country side for a bit and wound up a mall that was in Dallas. I think it was supposed to be like the Galleria or something, because it was made of a lot of glass and steel, and there were escalators all around. It was a multi-story mall. I think we kind of wound up getting lost or separated, and I was on my own for a bit. I found a long set of escalators/motorized walkways that got me across a the mall. I was trying to get to the other side so that we could get to highway 121. (which is nowhere near the Galleria in waking life)
As I emerged from the far side of the mall, there was a priest there at the doorway. He was acting as a kind of a security guard, and as I passed through the doorway to the outside, he called out to me. I turned around to face him, and he was writing me a ticket. Evidently I had violated some code or something by passing through that walkway and doorway. It was supposed to be for service use only, like for deliveries and such, but not for customers.
Finally I was able to get out of there, and Em managed to show up, I guess, and we all wound up back at Mike's (former step-father) house. There were a number of other people there, too. One person was this 20-something year old blond guy that I supposedly knew. He wanted to go surfing. I thought that sounded like a cool idea, although I have no idea where we would have
considered going surfing at. I went into my bedroom, the bedroom that is downstairs, and I started to change. As I was changing, I decided to open up my window at the end of the house. After I did, I started noticing a wasp flying around. It wasn't really coming for me, but I
was afraid that, in it's buzzing around, it would land on me, sense I was scared, and sting me.
I think I was somehow able to get rid of the first one, such as getting it to go out the window or something. Then another one showed up. It was also kind of chasing me around, and I, again, was afraid of it. I even wound up leaving my room trying to lose it.
Finally some blond woman showed up and decided to take care of the wasps for me. She brought down the window, at which point I finally saw the whole wasps nest, and it was about the size of a softball. The window, instead of it being at the end of my room, was now in the vicinity of the furnace closet by the front entry way. She kept bringing the window down, and
the wasp nest was dangling from it. Finally she brought it all the way down, and she crushed the wasp nest. After this, I was able to go back into my room safely, and finish getting ready to go surfing with the guy. I did so, and I remember walking out the front door with surfboard
in hand, going to his Jeep/SUV vehicle thing. As I was heading there, the dream ended.
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