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 with robot arms coming out of the top, appeared in the hole. I knew the machine was the answer to a product that a friend has been struggle to design. And then it was gone, answer gone too, and horses started leaping out the rift.