strange dreams

Halfway through the first grandgirl's visit I find the only downtime I have is between 10 PM and 12 AM. Another busy day ahead today so here's the dream I woke up to this morning after sleeping late.

My grown daughter is standing on the porch wanting to talk to me. She needs consoling. I tell her let's go in where we can sit down and I direct her to the house. I tell her to go on in that I will be right there. I go to my shop and then get involved with some work. I think one of my grandgirls is there and I am instructing her how to do the work. Suddenly I remember my daughter waiting for me and I run out saying shit shit shit shit over and over. I run over to the house and the door is ajar and I go in. She's still there waiting for me but is very unhappy. She won't look at me or talk to me. She pulls away when I try to gather her in my arms. I'm apologizing profusely telling her how much I love her and how important she is to me. I feel terrible and I'm sad too that I have made her feel worse when she already felt bad. Finally she lets me take her in my arms and hold her and she starts haltingly to tell me what happened. I see behind her that her husband and kids have come in looking for her because they are impatient and he wants to leave to go do something. I wave them out silently. They can just wait a minute. She is upset because she and her husband went to a restaurant and the waitress was rude to her and her husband did not stand up for her. She starts feeling better and is ready to go back to her family so we walk out. I go into my house/studio and there are three people there and Marc is doing a design consultation/sales pitch because I was not to be found. I step in and talk to them and the next thing I'm leaving with two of them. We are in a car looking for a bookstore. We are in a residential neighborhood and the driver is looking at a map and indicates the place we want is that house diagonal to us and across the esplanade. Instead of driving on the street he tries to cross through the esplanade and because it's been raining we almost get stuck. We pull up in front of the house and when I get out I have to stretch a long step over the water filled street at the curb. The driver just walks in the door and the lady and I follow, me reluctantly because this does not look like a store. This is someone's house. The man walks deeper into the house. I'm very uncomfortable and tell the lady with me that we shouldn't be in here. We hear someone stirring in another room of the house.

Then I woke up.

FYI, I do not believe my daughter's husband would, in real life, not standup for her. He is protective of his family.

So now my grandgirl and I are off to help my sister clean house and unpack some after two weeks of carpenters and painters.