I dreamt that I was in Dunkin’ Donuts stealing four straws. When two other thieves entered the store, I dove out of the back door and did a commando roll through a hedge.
I dreamt that, in order to keep an airplane, which I could see flying in the sky above, from crashing, I had to get a goat to eat a rug.
I dreamt that an expanding rift appeared, a hole growing in space and time, with ragged, torn and burning edges. A green product about the size of an ATM and with robot arms coming out of the top, appeared in the hole. The machine was the answer to a product that a friend has been struggle to complete. And then it was gone and horses started leaping out the rift.
I dreamt that my daughter and some of her friends were drinking at our home. Before they left, one of her friends in a white t-shirt took a full glass of red wine and threw it herself.
I dreamt I was a black man. Not doing anything in particular. Just standing casually in empty space.
I dreamt that a date showed me a picture of a huge black spider with extra legs. He took me down to a beach to kick rocks over to find one but he wouldn’t tell me if it was poisonous. Nevertheless, I kept kicking rocks.
I dreamt I was in front of a thick and infinite wall of white post-it notes on the other side of which I could hear Trump asking for more meat from the grill.