I had woken up at my parents house in the middle of the night and I had gone downstairs to find the living room lit up like a disco. Peering outside the window I could see the streets lined with police cars, and it was apparent that someone or something was on the loose and they were hoping to catch it. I went outside and noticed a figure digging around in the garage, and before I could freak out I realized it was just my boyfriend getting his bike. Apparently we just had a fight and he was taking this opportunity to leave. I followed him down the driveway and as he left he mentioned that they still hadn't fixed the chimney and I turned to find my parents chimney in broken down disarray.
In the next dream I was sitting in the back of a van next to my dad. We were on our way up to the cottage (which I was really excited about) and he was reading a book. I was peering over his shoulder trying to read it as well since there was nothing else to read and he offered to give it to me but I refused. In my head I remember thinking "See, this is why I could never be a parent- you have to be so selfless and willing to give up everything and I don't think I could do it." I also noticed that I had a slight erection and I felt
incredibly awkward. I repositioned myself to ensure he didn't notice.
Along the way we stopped at my Uncle Bill's house (where we were told tornadoes had torn through his neighborhood the night before) and as we exited the car he greeted us with his newest invention- it was
called "bird poop soap" and he smirkingly made sure we all got a dollop before we entered the house. With each squirt of white lotion there was a small crusty portion of black and we all laughed so hard at the brilliance of it. I mentioned how happy I was that my own poop wasn't like that and he made sure to mention that his stool always had black crust on it.
The last thing I recall before waking up is playing with his tiny hairless dog which he was so proud of. Even more proud than his soap which I clearly had to disagree with.
In the next dream I was sitting in the back of a van next to my dad. We were on our way up to the cottage (which I was really excited about) and he was reading a book. I was peering over his shoulder trying to read it as well since there was nothing else to read and he offered to give it to me but I refused. In my head I remember thinking "See, this is why I could never be a parent- you have to be so selfless and willing to give up everything and I don't think I could do it." I also noticed that I had a slight erection and I felt
incredibly awkward. I repositioned myself to ensure he didn't notice.
Along the way we stopped at my Uncle Bill's house (where we were told tornadoes had torn through his neighborhood the night before) and as we exited the car he greeted us with his newest invention- it was
called "bird poop soap" and he smirkingly made sure we all got a dollop before we entered the house. With each squirt of white lotion there was a small crusty portion of black and we all laughed so hard at the brilliance of it. I mentioned how happy I was that my own poop wasn't like that and he made sure to mention that his stool always had black crust on it.
The last thing I recall before waking up is playing with his tiny hairless dog which he was so proud of. Even more proud than his soap which I clearly had to disagree with.
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