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 a big man named “Faddy” turned our sailboat’s head upside down, walls and all.
I drempt that I crouched down into a tiny confessional and it flipped upside down like a carnival ride.
I dreamt that I helped three guys in Grateful Dead hoodies steal a credenza.
I dreamt that I was bungee jumping indoors at a convention center. At the end of the jump, when I was bobbing head down just above the exhibit hall floor, oxygen masks came down from the ceiling. The masks were SAT prep books.
I dreamt that I was sitting cross-legged on a sidewalk. My friend came and, with a saw, cut entirely around my concrete slab leaving it floating like a magic carpet above a dark abyss. I was fascinated by this event.
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.
I dreamt that there were two dogs wandering through my Easter party though I only have one dog. Every time I pointed this out, one of the dogs lay perfectly on top of the other completely obscuring him so nobody believed there were two. My bed was in the living room and had a very nice sink beside it. I had never noticed that. And then a Mardi Gras party went by.