Phone Conversation, Army Uniform, Dessert Trays

I was on a cell phone following a swarthy, tan-skinned man with dark hair (not sure who he was, other than someone of authority who made me uncomfortable). I had been talking on it for some time, and he looked at me, as if exasperated. I was having a hard time keeping up. At one point, I couldn't catch up with him, and I struggled to move forward but was blocked by a large group of people who were unknowingly boxing me in. I broke free and caught up.

I was talking to LaRae, a former coworker of mine from a few years ago, when I had worked in Wyoming. She had been a finance assistant. I wondered how she had gotten my number, especially since I'd moved to the East Coast and changed my number to a Maryland area code. I had to strain to hear her. Her voice was faint, as if it were somehow related to her geographical distance, even though the signal was strong. I don't recall anything that she said, because, just then, my current boyfriend, Tim, broke in on the line somehow. He was not aware I was already in conversation, however. He launched into talking and said that he loved me. I interrupted him to say that I was already on the phone with my old friend, LaRae, so it was strange that we all ended up on the same line. His voice was loud and clear, and it was increasingly difficult to make out anything she said. Finally, I believe I checked with her to get her last name straight and gather contact info so that we could talk later, and then she hung up.

Then, I was in my Army utility uniform (not the digital camo I wear now, but the older green and brown patterned kind), seated beside other soldiers. I panicked when I realized I'd forgotten my hat and my boots. Then, I realized I was okay, because, for some reason, on that day, we were to wear these black-and-white Ked-style sneakers instead of boots. Not sure why. The girl beside me put hers on, and I remember her throughout the entire dream exclaiming that her feet itched because of them.

In the third scene from my dream, I recall being in an upscale restaurant. Before the main meal, the hostess handed me a tray heaped with decadent desserts, muffins or danishes and this huge cut of fluffy white frosted cake with an orange slice on top of it. I was doing something as I sat down that distracted me -- either on the phone again or caught up in my thoughts -- and my inattention led to me tipping this tray of goodies. Everything slid off before I could remedy the situation, and frosting ended up hanging from the edge of the table like icicles, while the rest of the contents hit the floor beneath. I was embarrassed at my clumsiness. I apologized to the hostess and asked if I might get another dessert tray, and I think she brought me one. (By the way, these little accidents as a result of getting distracted are quite common in my waking life, so the dream was really nothing out of the ordinary.)

Bees Swarm My Apartment

I dreamed some kind of entity had entered my apartment and there was a lot of turbulence. After it (or he?) had somehow been chased away, the entire place was crawling with swarms of bees everywhere the eye could see. They had come with him, in a maelstrom of activity and been left behind. For some reason the bees flew all around me, and, even though I was terrified, did not harm me. The walls were coated with bees, the buzzing so loud I couldn't hear anything else.

I remember ludicrously thinking the way to rid myself of them was to find out what to spray on them. So I was either looking through a phone book or about to call my mom and find out what would most effectively kill bees, when I woke up.