Last nights dream was very weird. I was driving with my Father to visit a friend of his, who was supposedly going to help me with my maths homework. We drove into a rural part of town, and parked close to a broken down shack. A man emerged wearing a top hat, and had the curliest hair I had ever seen. It was in long ringlets, and from what I could tell, they were natural and appeared not to have been washed in quite some time. His hair looked as though it had been exposed to wet weather. The man ran towards a cat with a crowbar and was making threatening hand movements toward the cat. I was becoming very anxious that he was going to hurt the cat. All of a sudden he picked the cat up and turned to me. He said I wasnt going to hurt him, I was just trying to catch him for you because I know how much you like cats. As he handed the cat over to me, it turned into a baby bear. Next thing I knew we were driving, and we brought this man along who at the time was acting very feminine, home with us. I dont know what happened to him, but all of a sudden my Daughter was a small child again, and we were trying to work out the name of a song. I found my Daughter had become attached to a bag of cloth, that had belonged to the man, that upon investigation was found to contain lots of different food items. They were like the small packages you get in hospitals. Packets of coffee, juice, butter and tomato sauce. I was going to take a few packets of the Irish Creme coffee but decided not to, just in case the man came back to get his sack.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 23:44:09 +0000
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