Protesting and dancing

Chantal and I were at an event to protest some animal cruelty thing.

As I grabbed my picket i was trying to feel excited because I'm not generally excited about group things.

We got to the parade route where we would protest the man that was being cruel or something. A large portion of the group went to a different spot but I decided to stay where I was.

As we were waiting for the parade to roll by us, an attractive black guy started talking to me. Another black woman started talking to me too. I don't remember what was being said but she had a threatening air to her. I wasn't afraid, but the guy whispered to me that she was a leader in what was essentially the black/Asian/oriental/hispanic kkk. I told him I wasn't too worried because ideas charming and I think she liked me.

As the parade started the scene became more of a bar scene with the duplex being a two story building made of wood near a beach. There were little shops everywhere and across the street there were other hinges too.

The parade was full of oddities like extremely long legged horses and bulls that did "the worm" in rhythm to the music.

The guy I had been talking to grabbed me and we started dancing swing style. I had no idea what I was doing but I somehow let him lead me and we did a fun dance. When I pulled back he was now an attractive white guy named Richard.

Then another guy part of our group that had been created got up and he was the famous Simon Peelé (no this is not a "real world" singer that I know of). As he began to sing, richard went and started swinging Chantal around.

It was nearing the end of the parade and the day was getting dark. At the end of their dance richard pulled Chantal's dress up to do a little shimmy number but you could see her butt. At one point he pulled it up and made her dip forward. Everyone was just like "wow". The girl near me who was a bitch made obscene remarks to which I rebutted.

The crowd dispersed a bit and I was relaxing on a couch falling asleep with some milk. I was so excited because I haven't had milk in a while.

The bitchy girl was next to me and was making fun of me for drinking milk. It spilled because of a large guy that was a little more than incompetent. I wasn't angry at him but had sympathy. She laughed loudly at him but he brought me more. I thanked him and she shut up knowing she just made fun of a really sweet guy and she would never be treated that way because she was a bitch.

Then I went to find chantal. She was in a back room with our friend Emily and richard and Simon. She liked Richard and was trying to find ways to stay the night because it was over an hour bsck to her apartment. My parents house was near so I said she could stay there. She disputed that she'd be allergic to the cat fur in the house. But Sandy(my cat)  was supposed to be in br. She could have an entire room because no one was home.

Then I saw Sandy at the house we were at and I couldn't figure out how she was here.

I woke up trying to recall her being in my car when I came to Metairie.

She took my baby

I was going into class after dropping Camille Elizabeth off (my daughter from a previous dream). When I got into class my friend Sam was in there and she had seen pictures.

I was telling her how I was going to bring Camille with me to volleyball that night because my husband had work. Sam said that she had been wanting to see Camille and would love to look after her. I said sure that was fine, but Sam insisted we go get her right now before class. I kept trying to understand her urgency but I just didn't. She wanted to come with me and skip class to get Camille so Sam could immediately see her and play with her.

I was really relaxed so I went to go get Camille. I told Sam she could get her after class was over and I would pick her up sfter my game.

I played volleyball from 630-8 and Sam hadn't called to ask anything about Camille.  I tried to call Sam to tell her I was ready to get Camille back, but there was no answer. I went to my friend Abigail's house because we had all been planning to meet there anyway. Sam wasn't there though and still no one had heard from her.

I started getting frantic wondering why Sam wasn't answering. I asked Abigail to call and she got no response as well. Then I begged Abigail, who was trying to calm me down, to call Adam - Sam's boyfriend. As we were about to call he pulled into the driveway without Sam.

He told us he hadn't been able to contact her either and he thinks she left town with the baby.

I immediately broke down and cried hysterically. My brother pulled into the driveway and I ran up and started crying in his arms saying she took my baby over and over. He didnt know I had had a baby- none of my family did.

We began an investigation and I called the police. I gave the most accurate description of Sam I could.

I searched for my own clues obsessively.  I found the car attachment to camille's carrier so I knew Sam had used just the carrier in the car rather than the full thing. 

Then some people were at our neighbor's house and I knew theybwere related to it all. I tried to run after them to catch them and make them talk but they hopped a fence ad kept running.

I kept crying, wondering if I'd ever see my sweet Camille Elizabeth again. She was only with me for such a short time and then stolen from me.

The dream ended in a smokey haze.