Dreams Are Weird

Since January, I've been documenting my dreams as much as I possibly can. I just read over some old ones and laugh at how outlandish and crazy they are.

I've really enjoyed doing this and kind of re-experience the dreams as I read them. It's weird and fun.

Here's the latter part of a dream that I had back May 15th.

I went inside to talk with mom and she was holding Zoey and cars were flying by and I told her to get up and move right away. She said she was fine and then a car came and ran over her and cut her in half at the waist and neck. She was embarrassed and ran upstairs - just her torso and legs. She had a spare body she reattached. (Apparently my head got cut off recently and I did the same thing). Then she came back down and was looking for her old head. I reached under the couch and felt some hair. She grabbed it and said, "Don't look." and took it away.