I need to write every dream I remember, no matter how pointless or fragmented it may be, even if it’s like the one I had last night. Well, technically, it was probably this morning.
It started out in some kind of huge station. My dad was there, as were several of my friends from church. I think in the dream it was a BART station, but considering I’ve never been to California, let alone San Francisco, the connection was probably the last name of some of the friends that were there. At any rate, it reminded me most of the Greyhound Station in Atlanta, especially since there were trains going not directly over us, but around the outskirts of the building (Atlanta Greyhound connects to MARTA). It was late, and the trains had stopped running for the night. Our group was alone in the huge terminal, and I decided I’d explore – despite the fact I needed sleep.
I never quite made it out of the main room, however, because there were weird bugs and animals coming in. One crawled on my dad – it was bug-sized, but had the head and body of a tiny dog – a dog with two extra “buggy” legs and a bug’s tail. I ran out of the room screaming for animal control, and that’s when I realized we were in a school. Two animal control officers in training (it was a high school, oddly enough, but definitely not a college) came and assured me it was harmless, just a “cinthas.”
I relaxed, and found myself in a classroom, helping Tedd spread out and display some of his artwork. I was still with Tedd (and may have actually been Grace at that point) when my alarm clock sounded and I woke up.