George writes:
There was more to this dream, but I only remember the end…or parts of the end…I was somewhere living with my ex-girlfriend. I don’t know where. We were not in Michigan, even though we are both from there. It was a two story house. There was snow outside, but it didn’t seem like it was cold. It actually seemed somehow like the south. We were renting the house from an older woman, who I think was from Kentucky, but I still couldn’t say that we were in Kentucky. We were watching the SuperBowl, and the Detroit Lions were playing. They actually won the SuperBowl…as they scored the winning point, the TV announcer suddenly started saying, “It’s the end of the world! It’s the end of the world!” And the fans at the stadium started going crazy and there were these explosions on the TV. I went outside to have a look, and I called my mom at the same time. I told her, “I don’t know if it is the end of the world or not, but I wanted to call you just in case.” Continue reading
I dream of dada 