I had a dream that my Dad died from an aneurysm, that was horrible. After that, my family just fell apart, went crazy (not literally crazy…just weird) and I couldn’t find Joey anywhere. My whole dream was spent crying and trying to hide from them.
We lived in our old house/trailer in Thonotosassa and the bathroom was haunted or something but you couldn’t use it. The only way you could go to the bathroom was to pee outside but the neighbors would take pictures and call the police. I had to pee really bad in my dream so I went outside and they were standing at the fence watching me so I mooned them and said, ‘Screw this, I’m using our bathroom.’ Everyone in my family screamed at me that I couldn’t do it but I didn’t care, so right as I open the bathroom door, I wake up and it turns out my bladder is about to burst.
Now, I’m awake and just puzzling over the first part of the dream. I hate dreams when people I love die. ><