Stan and I were driving around the south part of town and we drove past Matt and Dale's house (IRL we've never been in their house) and there was a big hole in their roof. As we drove past, we started talking, and worrying about them. We decided to stop and go check it out to make sure they were ok. We walk into their house on the main level and it is completely gutted as if there had been a fire, but it is not burned, just empty. There are no walls or ceilings, just bare almost rotting wood, like being in an old barn. We walk around the house and see the kitchen which still has items on shelves and a table. We start to go downstairs to the basement and we hear sounds of people. I realize that they have moved all their stuff to the basement. I see water dripping down from above. I remember the color yellow on a lot of the walls. We don't enter unannounced, but knock on a doorway to let them know they have visitors. Matt appears and isn't even surprised to see us (he should be! it's been like 7 years or something absurd). I ask how he is and if everything is ok, and he says they're fine, they're just remodeling. I then wake up prematurely before the dream could continue.
The night before l had a dream that I was in a large open warehouse with a concrete floor that housed a farmer's market. I think Stan's mom and aunt were there too, but they weren't relevant to the dream. There were frogs everywhere on the ground, and I couldn't help but step on them until I realized they were there and I was more careful. There was a man who found a frog on his vegetables and he took it to throw it outside, but I ran after him because I wanted the frog. He didn't hear me, so I kept running after him and yelling. Finally he stopped and asked him if I could have the frog. He gave it to me, but then I realized I had nowhere to put it, no jar or box or anything. The frog was like a big suction pad, so I put it on the exposed skin on my upper chest and it stuck there. I then got in the van to drive home to give the frog a safe home. As I got in the driver's side, Caligula my cat was there, waiting for me.
Labels: Dreams
4 Comments:
Sounds like a 'This Old House' episode mutating into a 'This Flaming Old House'.
Norm, do you know what this small rubber stopper thing is for - is it for sticking into some kind of bottle neck hole?
I love frogs.
ROTFLMAO!
Steve, that's a butt plug. Put that down. This is PBS.
Aww, you were a frog mommy! That sounds so cute!
It was!
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