I had a dream I was allowed to visit Bam Margera's house. I believed it was his house until I got there. I knew he wasn't going to be there, but when I got there it didn't look like a house he would have. Nevertheless, it was massive. I first met the "father", who did not look like his actual father. He was just along for the ride; he loved to race. Eventually I met some of the children. No girls, just boys. Then I met his mother, who turned out to be some weird pompous lady who loved to show off her art, which was building luminous foliage displays for museums. After she brought me to the garden area in the back yard, she showed me what looked like grassy areas whose blade tips glowed different colors within patches. There were stations throughout the garden where you could whip up yourself some Hot Cocoa and/or Coffee. After I went back inside, I explored the rest of the 25 or so rooms and areas of the house. I actually didn't see them all, because there were corridors and areas I didn't visit and explore.

I woke up soon thereafter.

Had another weird dream.

I found myself back in 7th grade for some dumb reason. I had learned that somehow I missed something that year and that they had to make me retake it. So, here I am, in 7th grade, sitting at the back of the classroom. I'm 26 years old and all the rest of these kids are preteens. Fucking embarrassing. At lunch though, I can't even tell you what they had, except it wasn't set up like a normal cafeteria. it was almost like a bar. If you can picture a bar, but the size of the room like a cafeteria, with nothing but white walls, that's how it looked. After one bite of my spanish rice, I woke up. :/

Another dream... this one's a nightmare...

Don't remember some of it, but I somehow ended up with a really fast car. White, looked like a lamborghini. I got like three blocks down the open downtown road when I got pulled over by the cops. I stop in a parking lot, turn the car off, and open my door. There were two individuals that walked up to my car and instead of being cops they were murderers! They wore tattered clothing. "Nah, just kidding, we're not cops." I couldn't really fight back, because y'know, I'm dreaming, you can never actually do shit in a dream without failing horribly. So the guy ends up putting my wrist inside a makeshift induction heater (which fucking SUCKED) at which point I tried to start up the vehicle again and get away. I couldn't because the other guy disabled it...

Then I woke up.

I had a dream where I was a kid again, hanging out with the neighborhood kids, when the neighborhood retard, who rides a horse to get around, came by. The kid wasn't fully retarded, but holy /shit/, a HORSE, man! I LOVE horses! Except this one, which seemed to be infatuated with causing physical pain to me and only me. It kept biting me, and pushing me into the nearby electric fence. Strangely, I figured out I could hold its snout shut and it wouldn't move. It was at that moment I solemnly wished that the retard kid could understand me when I was telling him to get the horse the hell out of here. At that point, I woke up.