I dreamt I was entering a pro-basketball game from the locker room following all of the players out onto the court. I popped a bottle of champagne as all of the fans started to cheer. It spilled all over the court and LeBron James was furious.
I dreamt that Harry Styles had hundreds of piercings all over his chest and stomach; some of the earring pairs were still attached to their white backing card. He also had a puppet stage mounted around his upper body to sell his merchandise while he walked around.
I dreamt I was sitting cross-legged on an airport carousel as it weaved quickly around the halls and lobbies of a busy grand hotel.
I dreamt about an Oreo man, like the Stay-Puff or Kool-Ade man, made of an off-set stack of multi-colored oreo layers. His job title was “Oreo Color Coordinator and Oreo Distributor.”
I was dreaming and saying something in my dream that I actually said outloud and woke myself up and able to realize what woke me. In one dream I said, “My daughter just graduated from college.” In the other, I said, “It will be okay.” And in a third, “Hello, Richard.”
These all occurred within two weeks and I have never done this before.
I dreamt a big man named “Faddy” turned our sailboat’s head upside down, walls and all.
I dreamt my mom insisted I drive two hours to a pharmacy because she had run out of placebos.
I dreamt that everytime a high school friend of mine sprayed me with a fire hose I turned into a different one of our friends.
I drempt that I crouched down into a tiny confessional and it flipped upside down like a carnival ride.
I drempt that Bill Gates was crying in my arms and, to comfort him, I said, “You are my father,” and he pulled away and said, “That’s too far.”
