I usually wake up remembering my dreams. Last night I dreamed of walking into a supermarket with my entire family only to realize once we were inside that it was really some kind of cult. They “sandpapered” our car (what does that even mean?) and my older bother agreed to have it then filled up with fuel made out of corn. The cult members then spoke about their eating habits and one guy said that he would have to excuse himself in 5 minutes so he could have a bowel movement. To which my dad nodded in complete understanding and then asked if it was the man’s breakfast coming out. (Yeah, it was.)

At this point I realized that my younger brother was missing and I found him in a little room next door with a woman from the cult. They were sitting at a small table, coloring. My younger brother had morphed into a 4-year old little African child and seemed to be slightly upset by something. My mother stormed in at this point, screaming at the woman to let her son go and hustled the lady out of the room. I sat at the table and spoke to my little brother saying it wasn’t safe to let strange people take him away from the family and then I realized that my mom had taken him with her. I tried to get out of the room but it was locked!

Then I woke up.

Other dreams of the same night featured yet another supermarket which, once I got inside, was really my dad’s work. A friend from high school delivered candy to a classroom then showed me around, using her key card to unlock every door we went thru. I was also being driven around my old hometown with someone from work. Her husband handed me a fistful of change and told me that I could pay the tolls with it.