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*I’m dropping O off at something similar to a Chuck E Cheese, but this looks much larger.  There is a lot of purple and yellow decorating around.  We walk through a lobby area where there are a lot of kids curled up on roll-away cots… some are hiding their faces under blankets, several are just sprawled on their beds sleeping.  We walk through a couple of large double doors into an auditorium.  The seats are low.. lots of floor seating… it’s an auditorium designed for kids.  O is sitting in the back most row, against the wall.  I walk in and hand her an oversized mat for her to lay on while she watches the show.  I go back to the lobby area, talking to one of the employees. I’m telling her how nice this place is… what a difference it is from when we were kids!  It would have been nice to have the stage separate from the games area when I was a kid, I probably would have enjoyed that a lot more.  Plus and area like this to just relax and get away from the noise.  The employee points out that the play area is a lot different now than it was when we were kids… larger rides and activities that take a lot out of the kids, so they really need a place to lay down.

*I’m in my parent’s house… I see a small swarm of bugs (gnats) flying around.  I’m swatting at them to keep them off of my face, and trying to vacuum them up.  Whenever I bring out the vac, they fly away.  I think they are gone, but then they come back into the room in larger numbers.  I see other people in the house trying to avoid them as well… telling me where to aim etc.   The bugs leave the room again… down to the laundry room.  I’m at the end of the kitchen, near the stove.  Another swarm of bugs comes flying into the room… I’m ducking towards the floor and aiming the vac (canister vac, so I have a long handle which I’ve detached from the roller-end) up at the stream of bugs.  The owners of the house are ducking somewhere on the other side of the counter.  I’m yelling over the noise of the vac, trying to suggest to them that this is a huge problem, they need to just bug bomb the whole damned house already.

(Side note: I have no idea why I keep dreaming my parent’s house is infested… I’m not sure if it’s really their house, or just representative of A House in my dream… but I’m getting the feeling I should give them a call soon.)