I dreamt my daughter and I were on a large estate lawn that was atop a luxury yacht. At the bow of the yacht, a high-end silver sports car was fastened by a chain. Attached to it by chain, dangling just above the water, was an antique black car. We wandered from the lawn, to the sports car and climbed into the antique. Then it started to slip towards the water and we had to rip our way out of heavy clear plastic that now enclosed us entirely.
As I was falling asleep, standing on by pillow beside my ear there was a small unsettling creature with wild orange hair, a crinkled up face, and pointy teeth – a mix of Heat Miser, a hobbit, and the ‘angry red troll’ emoticon. He just snarled at me.
I was wandering around a bustling Paris promenade of cafe tables and colorful umbrellas. Suddenly someone scream “RABBIT!” into my ear and it woke me up, for real.
I dreamt I was skating on an outdoor ice rink that black and white checker ice. My daughter stopped me forcefully as I got near one end and showed me that the ice turned to vertical glass shards for as far as the eye could see.
I dreamt that everyone in Boston was required, effectively immediately, to always wear a Red Sox baseball cap. I put on mine. People who put on Red Sox shirts or other items were being arrested by police in proper caps. Women on Beacon Hill in fancy clothes were donning the caps with dismay and disgust. Mobs of moms were running past me trying to get home their strollers of babies not properly adorned.
I dreamt I was running a marathon wearing nothing but spandex shorts, a black hat and sneakers.
(not my legs pictured. mine are far better.)
I dreamt that I was watching all of my friends square-dancing on a beach while, to the right of them, a large smiling cartoon whale lay perpendicular across a dock.