We could hear Mark and Lori upstairs in our house talking in the middle of the night

Thurs 9-27-12

Dreamed That Me and Jaina and The Girls were sleeping in the basement of the old house That Mark and Lori owned.  It was the same crazy add on beat up rambling house that they had in another dream with the wood burning stove upstairs.  We could hear them upstairs in the house talking in the middle of the night.  They were in our apartment moving our stuff around.  I didn't want to deal with them so I stayed in our basement room (my parents basement where we are sleeping more or less). When they left I went upstairs and they had cut my usb cables and taken my hard drives.

I tried to call 911, but couldn't get my cell phone to work.  Then, they came back, with four huge dogs that looked like bears.  They were bringing lots of perspective tenants through the house, in groups of twenty.  Nobody took their shoes off.  Mark said to me, "Hey I was watching some porn on your computer" and tried to pat me on the back.  I was disgusted, but was afraid of him and Lori, and so was still trying to act friendly.

I told Jaina we had to go, and Mark said,  I'll come to.

The next thing I know Jaina, Mark and I are walking through the aisles of a target and I am irriated that he is here.  Dylan P. is running for office and Mark is now helping him with his campaign.  I am angry at Mark for poisoning my kids, but still trying to act civil and I feel suffocated.  Then it turns out that Mark is now the manager at Stadium Village, and I can't believe that he's my boss.  I wonder to myself how he fooled everyone into getting the job.

We wander outside into the night.  We are standing on a hill, it is cool like autumn in the air. A gigantic red antique, three story bus pulls up blaring sitar music.  It has strange lights in the window and incence smoke pouring off of it.  Dylan has a guitar case over his shoulder now and says, I'm going to India.  I realize that this bus only comes every 40 years.

I'm left behind with Mark.  The final straw is when he grabs my digital recorder out of my back pocket.  It was a smooth move and I almost didn't see it.  I ell him to give it back.  He denies that he has it covering it with his hand. I grab his arm, wrestle him to the ground, twist his arm behind his back and put my knee on his back.  I yell to Jaina to call the police.  She can't get her phone to work. We are in the parking lot of a bus station in some strange city.   There is one of those strange 2 door AMC nova cars parked next to us.  I realize it is Marks.  I tell he has to stay in the station-wagon trunk until the police come.  He looks like a kid sitting in the trunk, his hair is all mussed up.  I run into a corner bar and tell the bartender who looks like Morgan Freeman to call 911.  He says he doesn't know the number.

Exhausted I go back I let Mark go.  I tell him I never want to see him again, but I release him.  He walks off down the street.  He was wearing shorts and tennis shoes, walking away down the sidewalk with a ten-speed.  He waves, looking over his shoulder with a humble smile on his face  I understood that he had a hard life.  I realize it was Lori we'd hold accountable, that Mark was just working for her.  "He was just a poor boy, a long long way from home".  I wasn't sad to see him go, but I released him and wished him well.

Ughhhh what a disturbing night of dreams.