I don’t remember the details of the dream itself, but I was saying on top of it, 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.”
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.