While we're on the topic of dreams, there's one I'd like to share.
To start, I'm a big fan of US History and Louisiana, though I've never been.
This dream started out with me walking up the the door of a rowhome. Once I entered, there was a quaint, but very tiny set of rooms, fully furnished with 'old ladyish' furniture. Then I went into the kitchen. Underneath a window to the right of the doorway was a miniature washer and dryer. I leaned down to look out the window, and right there was a closeup of the French Quarter. Then out of nowhere came my brother and my dad. We went outside and got into a car, and dad was driving. We passed a highway sized green sign that said "Bourbon Street-Next Signal" in white letters. Then I somewhat blanked out, and me, my dad and stepmom were walking in this concrete structure. Sort of like an outside theater but without seats. We were walking behind these two girls I had never seen before, and to our right we passed a show being performed by people dressed up as cartoon characters, which ones I don't know. So we kept walking and came to a little gift shop. It was basically a gift shop full of sports collectibles. I was looking around, then my stepmom suggested I should look for hair clips. Everything in the store was based on the number 29 I think it was. Anyway, I found some hair clips and went to get in line, and right in front of me was a friend I knew for about 10 years named Frank, and his mom, who is quite annoying. Anyway, he was the only other person in line and there was no one at the counter.
Then I woke up.
This should prove a challenge for you guys lol
