this is what i dreamt this morning:

I was babysitting- taking care of 3 or 4 little ones- when there was a Bible studying going on in my living room that I said I would be at.  I was cleaning and cooking- running around really fast trying to get things done so I could join the study- and Aaron's dad was the person in charge.  I was trying to keep him and Aaron happy, but I didn't want them to know what else I was doing.  Aaron's dad even asking mockingly if I was babysitting, and I said, "No."  It seemed like a pretty casual group there, sitting in my living room, with Coronas and water at hand- and I felt pressure to have a Corona- because that was supposed to impress Aaron's dad somehow, so while I was taking care of other stuff, I was debating what to do w/ the beer.  I then sat down w/ the group and apologized for being late.  Shortly afterwards, the kids ran outside into plain view of everyone else.  I ran after, and talked and played w/ them for a little- then they settled down, and we all went inside, and I sat down w/ the group of adults, but the study was over and Aaron was frowning.  He and I went outside, walking and talking, and things seemed to be better between us when I woke up at 6 and went back to sleep. Then I dreamed:

I was in my car w/ my friend Jamie, her high school sister, a Mexican, and someone else.  I was sitting in the middle of the back seat, which never happens w/ my good friends.  I  felt trapped.  We stopped for gas-barely bumping teh big, white car facing us, and this extravagent lady gets out, telling me that we need to move, because she can't get out otherwise.  SHe was wearing a big fur coat, and looked glamorous.  I intended for us to move, but Jamie already had the gas out and hooked up.  (when I looked for the white car again, it was gone, so she must've gone in reverse)  Jamie was puming gas into my tire and making a huge mess!!  I was more scared than angry- but I did ask what she's doing- and her sister proceeded to tell me how there dad said it made their hair full and luxurious- - and some how, with a dad's authority, I was OK. Meanwhile, they paid for the gas, when I thought I'd have to, and they brought back more change than I expected, which brightened everyone's mood (it must've been a road trip, in which case money can be good)- and we tried giving the Mexican clerk a camera we found, that still had some pictures left, but she put it on top of our car, but then later came back to give us another $5- and we tried giving her the camera again, but she didn't seem to understand, so the Mexican in our car spoke Spanish to her, and gave her the camera, and she walked a way still apprehensive.  At that point, I still didn't think it was safe to drive, so I talked about the dangers, but one of the girls said, "Well, at least it would be over." Meaning, that we'd all die, and wouldn't have to deal with having made a stupid/dangerous decision- but I was arguing about getting maimed or something- when I woke for good.