Well, I didn’t get a chance to scribble this first one down a few days ago, and last night was an interesting one, so you get double the fun.
#1: The actual dream must have encompassed at least a full 15 minutes, but only select scenes remain vivid. I was digging a hole in an attempt to get at drinking water, and got close, too. Before I could dig further, I looked up to find a jellyfish hovering above me. It covered me with a stinging goop. Yes, it hurt.
The next scene involved an evil clown, a Subway sandwich, a human sacrafice, clues to the next kill, chapstick, and Bailey who remains ever loyal even in dreams.
#2: Here Fred and I were at a prison visitor’s room that resembled a dim hotel room; he and I were supposed to speak with his attacker. While Fred and I were laying on the bed, and all my stuff was on a couch on the other side of the room. I kept telling him I wanted to grab my phone in case something happens. He didn’t want to let go of me.
We heard a ruckus in the corridor, and a large man came into the room without an escort or restraints. A surge of panic went through me as I woke up.