I was opening a new grocery/clothing store for hipsters. A hipster M&S.
We got a new cat and it had mushrooms growing out of its fur.
In this dream my beloved grandmom showed up at a party and gave me a big hug. In reality she’s been dead 22 years or so and so I don’t think she was a Sugar Ray fan per se.
It took me a second this morning to place it. “What is that? A bunch of angry dwarves shouting? I don’t … . oh. OH. Jesus.”
It fit the dream … I was in an underground cavern that was filling with lava.
GOD DAMMIT. I haven’t had songs in my head for the past three mornings, either because that’s totally normal or because I’ve been sickly. Today I wake up with this. Thanks a lot, society.
I had a dream that I was on stage wearing a skirt and I sat down and flashed the audience, Kim Basinger-style. I swear. This has been the most fake-humiliating morning ever.
Nothing to do with Doctor Who … I was in an office chair being pushed down the street by a bus. Scary/fun.
Something to do with the cats. I dream about my cats too much and I think I should leave the house more often.
I was in an outer circle of hell, which looked suspiciously like a labyrinthine and unending JC Penny’s.
Something about a tornado, I think?
My cat Brendon Small was about the size of a golden retriever and he could travel through dimensions.
