Dream 1
I stood by a car in the snow. It was a bright, clear day. The car looked like a Chevy Nova (?). It was bright orange and yellow. It was covered in snow. I had to uncover it and drive it somewhere.
I was driving in the dark. I parked the car and went into a house. The neighborhood was like the one I lived in in my last years at home before college. But the inside of the house was like the house I'd lived in in my middle school years. It was empty and spacious, grey and dim.
I wandered in the living room and some joining room until a knock on the door startled me. I ran to the door. I looked through the peephole. A white cop was coming down the walk. I ran to a bedroom, the room farthest from the door, to keep away from his frightening knock.
I lay stomach down on the floor on the left side of the bed, my head to the head of the bed. The wall to my right had a window.
I was laying on the bed. It was daytime. I lay on my back on the right side of the bed. My head was to the foot of the bed. I was reading a book, which may have been propped up on my crossed knees. The sun was very nice coming in through the window.
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I torqued and bolted out of the bed and stood at the foot of the bed. I knew the person knocking was my brother.
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