I dreamt that a few friends and I were on a conveyor belt moving around and past all of the restaurant windows in Chinatown. Each restaurant had a panel of checkerboard-like windows in front with one kind of food pictured on each pane. I was demonstrating to the others how, as you travel by, to order food, you just use a mallet to break the windows of the things you want. One person asked me, “What do you do if you change your mind?”
I dreamt that I was wrestling out of the refrigerator a container of half n’ half the size of a trash barrel.
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.
I dreamt that I was driving on a highway and a “My Little Pony” – but real and alive – jumped out of the car next to me. I had to brake hard as the pony galloped off into a field next to the road with a trail of sparkles and rainbows following it.
My sleeping daughter sat up in bed, said, “I do not have bacon,” and lay back down.
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.