My brain is telling me I'm lonely and missing people. I dreamed about being at a big gaming convention - Gen Con I think - but I decided I was only going to stay for a day because most of the friends and family I associate with that environment weren't around, and the ones who were seemed preoccupied and uninterested in socializing with me.
A bit later, I was dreaming that my brother J and I were outside of my parents' house, and we realized that ants were stealing a bunch of big things from inside. My ratchet, a cutting board, a remote control for a TV... he started trying to squish them with the ratchet, but he broke the driveway, which it turns out was a large hollow piece of concrete with a sort of crawl space inside of it.
I know, writing about dreams is so cliché. I just remember so few of them in general that I'm often tempted to record them when I do.
A bit later, I was dreaming that my brother J and I were outside of my parents' house, and we realized that ants were stealing a bunch of big things from inside. My ratchet, a cutting board, a remote control for a TV... he started trying to squish them with the ratchet, but he broke the driveway, which it turns out was a large hollow piece of concrete with a sort of crawl space inside of it.
I know, writing about dreams is so cliché. I just remember so few of them in general that I'm often tempted to record them when I do.