I sometimes write down dreams so I will remember them. I'll post what I've written in this thread, translated to english, obviously. Feel free to psychoanalyse me. This one was on the night of the 30th of October last year: I was in a desert with a funny name, and I saw [name from real life]'s journal or book, maybe a book of photos. Anyway, there was a picture of her in it where she was very pale. She mentioned [name of real life person that I haven't seen or thought about for many, many years], or there was a photo of him. In the desert there was a small cave entrance in the rocks. I crawled through it [I've written "Meep Meep" here, WTF] The tunnel ended in a car.[Yup, crawled through a desert tunnel and suddenly I was in a car!] I was in a city or town centre. I entered a store, where the owner was sitting in a lawn chair, but exited it because it looked "Shabby". [and here comes the emotionally powerful stuff that made me write this dream down:] I lived with a family. [I was some kind of troubled and lonely drifter and they gave me a place to live and sympathy] It consisted of a father, maybe a mother(she wasn't very prominent) and two daughters. At least at one point the father was the owner of the shabby store. The two girls were my age(think I was a teenager of about 17 in my dream) and they were very nice. The whole family was amazing. Here was I, an emotionally troubled drifter with some strange purpose, [Oh yeah, the purpose, I should have mentioned that. It may have been an undefined purpose at first but it ended up being to find the desert I had crawled through the tunnel from. The whole desert thing was now retroactively changed, as often happens in dreams, to be a dream within the dream, so my purpose walking though the world alone was to find a place I had seen in a dream], I didn't know where I was(and I told them I didn't know where I was), I was obviously stuggling with mental problems and was maybe homeless or had run away from home, and they took me in and treated me as part of the family, with an incredible warmth. We watched a movie together, the family and the stranger with mental problems that none of them seemed uncomfortable with. Then my dad was there, he had found me. He was in the kitchen eating one of my sandwiches. I got pissed of at him. My father was then going to take me to the place I had seen in my dreams. When we exited the family's home, it was the house and the street I had spent my first 17 years in IRL. It was some sort of illusion, I was actually standing outside the family's house and not my old on, and I had to picture the street outside their house in my head to figure out the true way. When I found it, my father suggested we went in the other direction than the one I had found, because it lead to the same place and took just as long. I resused, it was out of the question to not go the way I had used my wits to find. I (maybe angrily) made my father drive me around looking for the place I had seen in the "dream".I realized then just what I was doing, looking for a place from a dream, and doubted myself. My father had gone along with it, indulging my delusions, maybe out of fear because I got so angry and intense about it. That was it. Or was it? The wonderful family from this dream made a cameo in one of the mini-dreams that followed. I was at school. The mother of one of the guys I went to class with in the Norwegian equivalent to elementary school was the teacher. I drew on her leg with a pen while in a trance. I tried to get her alone in what was nowthe kitchen of a real life place I've often been during summer, in order to apologize. Eventually gave up trying to get her alone and just apologized in public. She said she would never think I could (do such a thing consciously?) I missed the family, especially the girls. [and here I've written "Theater-not for me". Don't know what that was about] Next mini-dream: I was on a bus, in the front a girl from real life was talking to the busdriver. Sitting next to me was one of the worst bullies(also from real life) from youth school. He was saying sexual things about the girl. I got sick of him and said that if he was going to talk like that he would have to sit somewhere else.