42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

A fragment of a dream from the other night remains.
I was on a train car with six crates. It is darkly lit, and it seems like there are a couple of people I know with me.
Turns out that a tornado is locked up in each one of them.
In our curiosity, we open one, and find that it is a dud. Another rips out of the car and does minor destruction outside, leaving us miraculously untouched. We release another, and read reports of a tornado barreling through California.

Another fragment is one that is recurring, somewhat to my dismay. I sometimes dream about an ex-boyfriend, and usually in the dream, he is always finding more important things to do than spend much time with me on his visit, much like real life. So in these dreams, I’m always begging him for more time, to stay.
On waking, I always find these dreams irking, and at best, pathetic. We have been apart for a long time, and I’m a different person now. As he is, also, I’m sure. And I don’t like the person I would have had to be to stay with him.
Anyway…
In this dream, he reappears in my life yet again, but this time, I’m with another person. This person, I truly love. But the ex is visiting, and he wants to work things out. He’s being very sweet to me, but I haven’t told him about my new love, so we sneak holding hands while he isn’t looking.
I’d like to think this is my dream’s way of finally getting over on him, some way, but the fact that I didn’t just tell him up front somewhat annoys me. I really don’t like it when I have these dreams. I’d much rather be dreaming about tornadoes.

This morning, I dreamed about wanting to take a class at my old junior college, but finding that the tuition had risen to $500 a class, I knew it was something I couldn’t afford. And my former coworker from Dowagiac was taking it too, and it sounded very interesting. It was something obscure and sociological. I was disappointed. And it turns out that everyone else I knew was able to take it, except for me.
I also dreamed that I’ve come to live with rich grandparents (not my real ones, of course.) I’m taken into the yard of a big house in a car. I get out, and meet the maid, who starts giving me a tour of the house. She begins with the kitchen, which is almost like a grocery store. There are two long rows of tall coolers like at the store, and the maid explains to me that all this food up to here, I can eat if I want. But here, in this special cooler, is your grandfather’s special food. You are not to touch it. It’s a lot of fancy cheese, mostly.

In real life, I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I’m so tired (it’s 3:30) that my brain isn’t working, so when I start to turn on the water, I think it’s time to brush my teeth. The toothpaste is on the brush, it’s in my mouth, I’m brushing my teeth for 10 seconds before I realize what I meant to do is wash my hands.
So I quickly finish brushing my teeth and then wash my hands. Not the order I would’ve chosen to do it, I suppose.