I had a sweet dream of having a killer with a gun let me smoke a joint before shooting me. In the end I was still alive in my dreams many hours later. Graced I suppose. But the whole energy of the dream was quite nice, friendly even.

i was first at my parents house, alone. Then hubby turned up in another place. And we were to meet back again at my parents house in the dream.

I woke up when I said See you later at my parents house to hubby.