1)
I was in a shopping mall or something, and suddenly there was a giant flood. I took refuge in a shop that sold trinkets and hair elastics for adolescent girls. I was the only customer. The shop owner was a middle aged woman who was on a landline telephone call with someone from her family. She kind of waved hello but otherwise ignored me. I discovered that the carpeted floor was covered in the backs from pierced earrings, which someone must have pulled off the displays. They were everywhere! I started crawling on my hands and knees to collect the earring-backs for this woman. I picked them up with my right hand and put them in my left hand, which made crawling around quite difficult.
When I had collected all of them, the lady finally hung up from her phone chat. For some reason she told me that a lot of her customers were autistic pre-teens. She was just making conversation but it was an odd thing for her to say.
I told her that I was an autistic woman. She thought that was pretty cool because she had never met one before.
Then I showed her all the earring-backs, and she was amazed that I would have noticed such tiny things on her grey carpet.
I reminded her, "I'm autistic! That's why I notice such small details everywhere! Autistic people notice details!"
I noticed I was only wearing my pyjamas, which were rather torn and dishevelled, and that I had bare feet --- so I added "That's also why I'm wearing my pyjamas! I have a lot of sensory sensitivities and these are super comfy! I hate shoes too!"
2)
I was in my mother's house. No matter which room I went into there were about 20-30 adults sitting around socialising in fancy clothes. It was kind of like a baby shower, except there were lots of men and not just women. I was rushing about trying to find a room that wasn't overflowing with people / strangers but even the bathroom and my bedroom had guests milling about.
I was exasperated. I ran to my mother's solarium and found her watering some plants. In real life I'm mute with her but in the dream I started screaming that I wanted her to get all those people out of the house. I was screaming a lot of F words and totally freaking out on her.
I remember yelling "I'm autistic and I'm having a meltdown! This is a meltdown! Deal with it!"
My dreams seem to have been on a theme.
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