Yellow 77

I am not entirely positive that i can have a dream without laundry. Seriously i am going to change the name of this blog to War on Laundry.
We are on a train like thing. Though not entirely. I am not myself I am someone else. I have no identifers that tell me i am becca. I am the asistant lawyer to a man defending a case of i think assult. He is one of those good guy lawyers. No money barely put together. We keep moving between Our car and the car of 20-40 spring breakers that we are tryng to convince. We have our own car and it has older furniture and a general untidyness about it that is not fixable. there are papers on tables and strewn about as if everything was in the middle of a thought. I sometmes feel like that. The man i am working for is older and balding with glasses and a feeling of being unable to handle everything on his plate but still doing it all. I am sitting in his car after having watched him give a speech to the car of the deciders better known as college kids who don't care. we are talking and he tells me to go in and give the next argument. as i reach for the door a large pile of laundry falls out off the front of the room and blocks my way to the door. He is apologetic when hhe says that he thought he might do a load of laundry while he was waiting. I exit our car which has become a trailer now that the 'train' is stopped andgo into the trailer which is the spring breakers. There are nice chairs like ou would see in the coach section on a train and sleeping bunks in the back. The car is huge and is divided in my head into people who will agree with me and those who won't. And then this becomes political. You walk into the train car right in the middle where the line between bunks and chairs is. the people to my right will agree with me and my head classifys them as democrat and the people to my left won't and my head says theey are republican. I make my argument and some people ask argumentative questions. I spend some serious time there but i know ifn my dream that i am tired. This now goes back to being a train and it is moving. I move to the connector and go to the car infront of the spring breakers knowing that the old guy will be in the next car. I go all the way to the front where he has turned into a man who looks like robin williams he is sitting facing the isle with his chin on his fist staring at a woman accross the isle from him who is doing the same. this woman is his wife and she mentions something about this being a 20 foot drop and that being unreasonable. I now think that this guy is running for office and tell him that i am tired and would like to go to sleep. he looks at me and says 'i am going to give my final speech any minute now, when we stop' i sigh and except the fact that i am going to have to stay up even though i am very tired. He turns back to his wife who says 'i was just back there (the spring breakers car) and they were passing around twentties' twenties here there this is a good twenty that's a bad twenty. the man says It's april, it's probably for april birthdays. She says i don't understand the significance of a twenty is it like yellow 77? and then we are on a open boat like the kind in it's a small world at diseyland and i know that 20 foot drop is coming. I wake up.
What bugs me about this dream is the yellow 77. it stuck in my head and was part of what woke me up. I am sure there are all sorts of things you could pull from this dream that are much more important. My desire to teach as shown by talking to the kids in the train, my issues with laundry an m house, my fucked up sleep pattern. I am sure all of those things are much more important but I will be stewing over yellow 77 for a few days.