What was your last dream about?

Witnessing cars going at a high speed in an area that looked like my middle school. They were going in a straight line, and I heard- not saw - crashing, over and over again. Then one vehicle stopped and went in my direction. Thanks I was near a small ditch lined with medium sized bricks painted white.

Ok grab a seat...


so it starts off with this guy and his young daughter showing up at the house (the old house I no longer live in)
They come in as guests or something-the father is kind of dark haired Greg Kinnear type or Bill Bixby, and the daughter is about 3, although I got this sense that there was a sibling with a missing eye...then the child asks me if I think she looks normal and I say, sure.
Then after that, it seems like she has scar tissue or a burn around her eye...

Next thing I remember is the father outside the front door, talking to someone (a lawyer, although he seems to be the actor Paul Wexler), and he shouts something about "veganism, speciesism," then I get the impression he didnt do something out of moral principle.

So then there is something with the kid and a court case-and needing a witness, and I make some remark about an airport-and next thing you know, the father is running through an airport shouting a name or calling for someone, desperate to reach them before a plane takes off...and I assume he succeeds because the feeling I had was that things were now upbeat..and then this woman taps me on the shoulder-someone I havent seen in years, I am not sure who she is but I was reminded of Jenny Agutter, anyway she asks me what I was doing there and how I got involved in this situation and as I am about to tell her, this older guy with a white beard (a combination of actor Gene Evans and Robert Easton) pours a drink on my head, and he says he was someone who knew me from way back when and presumably he is annoyed with me and as he starts to tell me, I wake up.

my gf,l.

First I was watching The 1970s live action Spider-man, when suddenly I was attacked by antifa or merely felt they were after me.
I went into a public washroom and somehow Jack Nicholson followed me in.
By the time I had left, there was excrement smeared on the back of my shirt and I suspected Jack did it (this was a celebrity autograph I could do without).
I went to a cinema and was watching a rom com, but as the Bridget Bardot cameo was happening, I decided it was too much so I left to clean off my shirt and missed the rest of the movie.

Then the scene shifted and my brother was giving me a hard time, but Gillian Anderson showed up and told him to knock it off.


I can't remember too much more except these weird grey snakes were in my room and when the disappeared I realized the roof was falling apart and lamented how much it would cost. Then I woke up.

Catman was looking for his shoes.

So, I don’t usually take to these boards for introspection, but I had two out-of-the-ordinary dreams last night. The first was rather personal, and I’m not going to go into it, but the second was just plain bizarre. Hope you won’t mind my getting it off my chest.

I dreamt I was in a library, one that looked like a large log cabin. I was going through the books when I saw something out of the corner of my eye—a rustling? In the way dreams are, the setting changed inconspicuously to a big warehouse with tables. At one was a girl I knew in elementary school. I haven’t seen her in a long time—we were never really that close, but with my trouble making and keeping friendships in grade school she was probably my first real friend. We drifted apart after 5th grade—just gradually, not for any particular reason. She was at the table, and I went up to her and we talked for a little while, and then she mentioned something about moving because of “the kids.”

“What kids?” I said, and just as I did I saw that she was going to have a baby. And then two more kids, boys with dyed blond hair, come out of nowhere—they’re her kids too. I was kind of amazed that she had children, but then why shouldn’t she? General age for it.

For some reason it really struck me—maybe a childhood passing/growing up thing? One more thing: I was told once that the mind can’t make up faces for dreams, that it just reworks faces we’ve already seen. (That sounds unintentionally macabre!) Is that true? Because “her kids” definitely looked a lot like her... The whole thing was very convincing, in fact. Oy! Dream just bothered me for some reason. Funny about that.

I had a horrible dream last night that I was working as a camp counselor in a creepy old house (?) and I accidentally killed a three-inch-tall little kid I was supposed to watch because he’d crawled into the blender and I’d turned it on without knowing he was in there.

It bothered me so much that it woke me up.

I was back in my childhood home and the bell rang but instead of sound the lights flickered and when I opened the Door it was my grandpa who died a long time ago, he didn't say anything he just walked past me like i wasn't even there and went up the stairs to his room, but there was no door or windows in his room and then I woke up having to take a leak.

weird.