I had a dream that Brandon Sanderson put $654,789,421 in my bank account.
Why does my subconcious think that he is the richest man on the planet? I dunno.
He transferred that into my bank account with a note that said, "So you can know how it feels."
I had a dream that I was in a crowded place and trying to escape and the one person I wanted to talk to, to be with, I couldnt find.
I had a dream that I had to sneak through a summer camp where a black window faces you wherever you go. Behind the black window is a vindicative man. If he saw me doing anything he didnt like, well... I dont want to know the consequences.
Im going to college soon. Maybe my brain knows that I want and need money, wish to escape people, and feel like someone is always waiting to see if I mess up.
Dreams are weird.