The first dream started out in a kitchen of an upstairs apartment where I was on the set of 'How I Met Your Mother'. It was Neil Patrick Harris' last day on the show and although we were all saying goodbye by making various jokes about his character (Barney Stinson) there was an unspoken feeling of sadness that filled the room.  We left the apartment and walked him down a beautiful set of white marble stairs which spiraled down to the ground floor. As we passed the lifelike statues that adorned the walls it occurred to me that we were in a museum and I suddenly wished we would have replaced the statues with real people as a practical joke on Neil.  I planned on contacting the producers to suggest making a future episode with that same idea.

In the next dream I was back in that same kitchen, only this time I was making dinner with a my dad and a bunch of relatives from my mom's side (?). My grandpa Jack was there and we were all discussing the absurdity of religion, and I remember having a long talk with one of my uncles (?) about my Facebook conversations with my cousin Adam. I was telling him how nice it is to discuss it with him and yet at the same time it gets tiresome because nothing is going to change either one of us. Dad had taken a casserole out of the oven and had just walked out the front door (he was also holding a six pack of empty beer bottles) when I asked him where he was going. He explained that he was bringing the casserole over to mom's work and although I offered to take it he insisted on going alone, and I assumed it was because he wanted to spend some time alone with her.

We walked out onto the deck, which in this dream was situated outside and a few stories up so that the tops of the trees were at arm's length. Many of the branches were wrapped with cloth which resembled a beehive and dad explained that he had to do it so the crows wouldn't get at the eggs. As he headed down the stairs I heard the next door neighbor screaming and I looked over to witness a large crow as big as a vulture sitting on a branch of her tree tearing apart the cloth protectors with his beak.  I ran down the stairs and gathered as many rocks as my hands could carry and headed back up in the hopes of hitting the bird and thus preventing the eggs from being eaten.