A very interesting dream. I had a lot of problems falling asleep for whatever reason (probably heartburn which is God-awful right now or playing video games all day). It never matters when I go to sleep, I’m always awake at the same time every day. Dogs or no dogs.
I was at home (not a home I totally recognize) and my grandma and grand aunt were there too. I was at the table eating food and they were watching some PBN. They were having problems figuring out how to make it play, so I help, but then it’s over and I put in another one, one I think they’ve never seen before. The music is loud and so they continue to watch it while talking to me, like they always do. I assume my mom is cooking in the kitchen as I am eating dinner food and the sun it setting outside. I don’t see him, but my brother is sitting in his usual spot and we’re all on our phones. Then appearing next to me is my ex, also eating and on his phone. People are talking to him like normal and I am not uncomfortable even though we did not break on good terms. In fact, he’s being so much more kind and friendly to me than he ever used to be. We both know that we’re not together anymore, and I’m not banking on it ever happening again, so I treat him like a brother or friend. I happen to look over as he’s texting a friend (he’s sitting very close to me) and I don’t really register the text, just looking to see what he’s doing. He sees me looking and profusely apologizes for what the text is saying, trying to explain the context. I’m like, no, no, I’m not looking at what you’re texting, it’s not my business, it’s OK, I’m not offended by anything. He seems relieved and I give him a familiar hug, pressing my head lightly onto his shoulder/arm, not trying to start anything, just a familiar hug. He smiles and I wander off to go to the bathroom which is located behind the kitchen on what is in reality the deck. It’s a full bathroom and I see to my horror that someone had peed all over the toilet, the ground and even sprayed above the mirror in a yellow line. Obviously it was male.
I go out into the kitchen and complain loudly to my brother or my ex as I wash my hands there. Both of them vehemently deny any involvement. I’m inclined to believe my brother’s excuse because yeah it’s true, my ex tries in vain to persuade me he didn’t do it, and I’m like, well there are only 2 males in the house!!! But, he’s being truthful, I can tell, so I’m like, well, so you mean there’s an intruder in the house? I guess I did leave the back sliding door unlocked and someone could have gotten in (the backyard doesn’t have a fence), so I let it go and move to start cleaning the mess up since it was about to get dark. I go into the laundry room (the house suddenly is very narrow and full of corridors and hallways) to grab cleaning things and see that the laundry machine was shoved off to one side and behind it is MORE pee on the wall, except it was dripping (a very unhealthy dark yellow color…) this time, which meant it was fresh! I burst through the door I came through, though I don’t remember closing it. A torn piece of paper with blue pen writing on it is jammed into the crack. I grab it and barely give it a glance as I run for my ex and my brother yelling, they’re here somewhere! Help me find them! I finally skim the paper and it says something about the grace of God and how you need to find redemption because the world IS ending!! I roll my eyes and not stopping to see if anyone is going to help me, I look for the home intruder, damn Christian zealots. Mormon. That’s what was going on.
I run back towards the laundry room, I think the males make it there too to survey the damage. I hear a noise and throw open a nearby door down the hall, to walk-in linen closet/mud room. A middle-aged, blonde, chubby woman is in there, trying to stop the door from opening and peeking around her is a boy about 8 years old. I force the door open and exclaim a few things, like, why are you in my house!? She starts smiling because the jig is up. I grab her and struggle with her, dragging her to the living area where I show everyone the culprit, telling her I should call the police! I really should call the police! She starts pleading and laughing and telling me that it was God that told her to do this because He wants to save you. Surrounded by people, she doesn’t need to be restrained, but I’m on edge, ready to sprint after her if she tries anything funny. Her son has followed us there and is standing around. Finally calming down enough to make sense of things, and relieved that we caught the intruder, I have to chuckle and ask no one in particular, how in the world did a little boy manage to shoot pee above the mirror???
After a little while, no one’s called the cops yet, so I do because she can’t just squat in my home, vandalize it, and try to convert people. By the time they come and she’s out in the parking lot (like a store parking lot…) with them, it’s dark out. They don’t need me anymore, and will be more time to wait as they gather their information, so I go back into the house, which is no longer a house and looks like an arcade with games and fun carpeting. I see the little boy and I feel bad, so I walk with him and kneel down to talk to him, explaining that he needs to stand up for what’s right and not do things that he knows is wrong, no matter who it is telling him what to do. He’s an intelligent boy and he understands what I say. I’m happy to see this and take his hand, when all of the sudden I realize he has 6 fingers on his left hand! Polydactylism. I start exclaiming to my family at how interesting this kid is. They’re hesitant because, isn’t that the enemy? I’m very fond of the kid, though, and….
I wake up.
So very detailed and graphic. Hard to forget.