I dreamt that my daughter’s friend Heath and I were ducks but, per his human father’s rules were not allowed to go into their swimming pool because “you don’t know how to swim.” I argued that because we were ducks, we obviously could. I left the pool and went to the library to back up my argument.
I dreamt I was in a submarine with others, each with our own specialty – mine, neuroscience. We had our own long rows of lettuce and had to integrate our lettuce DNA to prove we could coordinate specialties.
A baby giraffe was in a tree looking down headfirst with its leash wrapped around a branch. I coaxed it down and led it across the dirt road, stopping cars for it. It was a foreign type of giraffe, skinny with a neck like a snake; she crossed the road, slithering like a snake with her legs flat out to the side. There was space in a pen of pigs across the street with leaves to eat where I squeezed her in. An organization was getting animals out of trees and ready to be released into the wild, which was further up the dirt road.
I don’t remember the details of the dream itself, but I was saying in my head during whatever the dream was, like a soundtrack, the mantra “My father is not a Patriot.” (meaning a New England Patriot)
I dreamt that my daughter toddled backward into traffic and, to explained to the man babysitting for her why you couldn’t do that, I told him to lick a camel because it is similar to licking a rhinoceros, the only way to learn how to watch a toddler.
I dreamt that a friend came to a basement birthday party and wanted to show us how to make frosting in a new way. She painted my eyebrows with a liquid and lit them on fire.
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 lobby of a 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.”
Kate's dreams 