Me and my dad pull up to a hotel in the middle of nowhere in the burgundy truck. I have the sense that we’re on the run from something, or someone.
In the back of this hotel, there’s a field that has row upon row of something planted. My dad remarks on the view, commenting something like, “Yeah, that’s pretty much the thick of Denver right there.” I see nothing but the black of a hill against the night, but I trust that Denver is right on the other side. I take a closer look at the field, and see it’s eggs. I dig up about 18 of them, and take them inside. They’re soaked “to the bone” from being out in the wet, so I dry them off with a towel.
My uncle tells me that he opened one of the eggs I gave him, one from the lot I gave him before these I just dug up, and told me it was green on the inside- rotten. I told him a I can see why, with them being left out in the wet out in this field. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of March 8th, 2014
Real-life characters: Dad, uncle.
Dream-created characters: None
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: Hotel, field.
Different than real life: It has been many years since I was in Colorado with my dad at all let alone in Denver, I’m not on the run from anything, I haven’t given my uncle eggs yet.
Reasons:
Green eggs = I watched Sarah Palin read her own version of Green Eggs and Ham before I went to bed.
Eggs = I’ve been house-sitting for my dad, which involves me watching after his chickens and collecting their eggs.
Reoccurring: No.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.