I don't even know where to begin with last night's dream. Perhaps by saying that yesterday I had ice cream (which supposedly makes dreams more strange) and finished reading a Star Wars book.
I don't remember exactly everything that happened, or the order of everything that happened, but here's what I do remember.
So in the Star Wars book that I just finished reading, Jedi are going crazy. Like literally insane. Cilghal is a Mon Calamari Jedi Healer who is trying to figure out what is causing the insanity and how to cure it. (Mon Calamari are a fish-like species. Remember Admiral Ackbar, the guy with a fish head who yelled "It's a trap!" during Return of the Jedi? Yeah, that's a Mon Calamari.) Well in my dream, Cilghal also goes crazy. What are we going to do now? What any normal person would do. That's right, my family would live on a spaceship and be chased by Sith. One time, after I had been chased down this ship to my family's living quarters (a giant room on the ship), I opened the doors and found the room filled with not just my family, but a bunch of middle eastern men in turbans, playing board and card games in small groups.
At another point in the dream I was in some place that reminded me a lot of the clubhouse of the King Henry apartments that I lived in a few years ago. Of course, I couldn't find the bathrooms here, only a giant room with a toilet that wouldn't empty of people to give me any privacy.
It seemed like twice in the dream I managed to get soaked, but I can't quite remember how or why, once may have been when a giant room filled with water (what is it with me and giant rooms in this dream?), I just remember thinking something like "wow, this has happened two days in a row."
I think my singles ward here in Santa Clarita had ward prayer in some really small three story high room. I knew it was three stories high because there were entrances at three levels, but it was so cramped. So not a giant room area wise, but tall still.
At one point in the dream I met and became best friends with this kid that must have been terminally ill, as he had tubes coming out of his stomach, and I think he died. But then later in the dream he was alive and it was me who had tubes coming out of my stomach, and I was trying to explain what happened to my friend Gary. I don't remember this part very clearly.
Towards the end of the dream, my family was living back in our house, but so were a lot of other people. I think we had a school here or something, and everyone who went to school here or taught here lived here with us too. In one part here I was either up really early in the morning on the couch (still with tubes coming out of my stomach) or I had been on the couch all night, and I heard people out in our garage. The music teacher was out holding a music class in the garage so early in the morning that it was still dark. I didn't have a problem with this, but I was so confused as to how she and the students had managed to get into the garage - they hadn't passed me as I was on the couch.
I think the end of my dream involved me in some sort of class where we had to climb the side of a building. None of us had any safety equipment, we were just finding hand and foot holds in the side of this building somehow. I had no idea how we'd made it almost to the top, and was pretty certain I couldn't make it the last few feet. The teacher was already at the top, looking down at us, and giving out M&Ms for encouragement. (I didn't get any M&Ms here though.) I somehow made it to the top of the building, where there were somehow rolling hills. The teacher had a jar of M&Ms left, and was just giving it to students. Once I explained that I hadn't gotten any during the climb, I did get a handful.
Crazy, huh?
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