Posted on: 2011-12-03 by fangmoonstone

Today is December 3 2011 I just woke up from this dream. Last night, I dreamt that at first I was sitting at home with dad, in the living room watching movies. Suddenly this (probably 20 years old?) Woman came and suddenly I was a guy around that age? And of course I found her attractive. She got me to go downstairs and basically make out with her, while this guy behind us got me angry at her or something and almost hit her but didn’t, missed, and hit the door , knocking it open. But I guess, in the dream, that meant I did wrong by her. Like for that while, the door was hers or something. And then a snippet about (I’m myself again) On this hill and find a bag of my own clothes... ANYWAY And then I’m in the living room, and I told dad I broke the door I guess that was “her” door… And then outside was a firetruck looking thing but HUGE; like the “nose” of it was as big as the wall of my front door at the bottom of the stairs. I was texting Shennon, and then that huge firetruck thing comes and bashes into the wall of my house were the front door is, knocking that whole wall over; and gone. The truck was driven by a bunch of teenagers and 20 year olds. So yeah they drove off andddd we were without that wall. And this was very emotional for me. It was my fault. A wall of the house was mssing. I paced the house, sobbing more than crying, and now Jessie was home. They were upset but not nearly like I was. I was sobbing and crying, saying “Our house, is un stable!” It felt like it was rocking or moving a little bit somehow. Oh, and something about that show American Dad? Something about it killed some boy and did no good form my friend Steve. I don’t know. But anyway it was very emotional… I was sobbing and freaking out in the dream until I woke up. It was kind of scary, just the way the dream FELT. I can’t describe it, just the way it felt made it bad. I was so relieved to wake up and realize it was a dream. It felt too real, too much. IMD