Dream Journal

Dad & I are fighting the mother of all moths. It was black and indestructible. We were chasing it around with kitchen tools. It makes big gashes in your back. I rip it off Dad’s back and stab it onto the floor. Then I put it on paper and burn it.

The doorbell rings. It’s a bunch of weird people. I go out and there is a gate on the front arches. There is a “hearing aid van”, a guy in a wheelchair being held from a crane, and another guy. They start talking about weird stuff. I decide not to let them in. But they insist and start working on opening the door. Then the back door is rattled, so I go to lock it. The crane comes around the back holding the guy in the wheelchair and they swing him onto the deck. I get scared and call 911. I’m telling the guy what’s going on when I appear in some squad cars driving to my place. They ask “How did you get here?” and I say “Wow, this must be my spirit!”

Then I appear back at the house and the weird people had gotten in. The guy tries to sell me a dust buster. I tell them my neighbor has a really dusty house and I run off the deck and over to the Hinnenkamps. The guy follows. I secretly tell them that they broke in. Then I hear the police coming. I run outside and back to my house.

I’m running with a bunch of police cars; a red car, and a huge, long, armored ramming destruction battle vehicle. At the top of my driveway is a big red truck with the back opened up and a whole bunch of people playing music, mixing styles. There is a whole bunch of people in the house. There are a bunch of people escaping in 3-wheeled bikes, too. The ram car goes up and captures the red truck. Lots of people are captured and I see the lady running away and I catch her and carry her to a cop car. Then I see the dust buster guy, kick him in the face, and bring him to a car. All the cars leave, and the red truck is left in the back.

References: The Hinnenkamps are our neighbors.