Dream worth writing down

[samvara]

I have a bicycle and a hair appointment for which I am early and then late. I end up in a clothes store full of lovely colours and then trail someone to a bridge which gets gradually narrower and dodgier until we are walking chest deep in water balancing on a pipe as we flee to a new land, we are refugees. Then I’m on another planet, there’s some sort of mafia thingie going down, we’re all nonchalantly sidling over to the guns and I’m noting that we’ve accidentally picked up a really adorable puppy when the guard dogs go tense and the xenomorphs start moving in.

I liked waking up from this one.