I want to be a flying squirrel

I had the weirdest dream ever the other night. I have weird dreams all the time, but I don't think I've ever had one in which I wasn't a human.

So I was a flying squirrel that could stretch its arms and legs out and float in the air. I was outside the gates of a large mansion that was in disrepair. People were convened waiting for a specific time of day when a fleet of ghosts would come out of the mansion and approach the gate and interact with people. The ghosts started coming out and they looked like pale, sad, old-timey peeps in suits that were sort of see-through but flickery, like black and white movie characters.


One approached me and I wanted to interact with it. In my field of vision a digital menu popped up. I could A. choose to not touch the ghost or B. latch onto its waist with my claws. I chose to latch onto its waist. Another menu popped up and prompted me to A. act aloof to the ghost or B. stare into its eyes lovingly. I selected to stare in its eyes and wondered why other people would ever choose the other option. I don't remember what happened after that.


The next part of the dream I was human again and I was wandering around in a forest with a guy who I can't remember the identity of. We approached a huge indentation in the ground that looked like a football-field sized underground pool should be in it, but there was freshly mowed green grass covering the entire thing including the walls. The guy and I hung off the edge and dropped down into it. We walked across the field, which was apparently the new Twins Stadium, and decided we wanted to kiss under the score board. While we were walking we saw a newsroom carved into the wall that was filled with journalists wearing hats and throwing papers everywhere. We went to kiss and a bunch of the journalists were walking all over the place saying "hi" to us like we were supposed to be there. Then I woke up.

Evil Ghosts & Sleeping Bags

Let's just say I hated this dream. It was scary. And weirdly, I took a "nap" at 6pm, only to wake up at 2am in a cold, fully-alert terror. I think I was screaming in my sleep.

It started out at my parent's house. I was either living there, or staying there for a few days and so was my sister. We were sleeping on the living room floor in sleeping bags (this dream has lots of sleeping bags in it FYI. Weird) and there were multiple cat's litter boxes on the hearth of the fireplace that I had the duty of cleaning out for some reason. There were huge, human-sized pieces of crap in them, and I would pour out the litter onto the hearth and sift through it. This had nothing to do with the ghost element of the dream, but it was pretty weird/gross none the less.


The dream morphed into my sister and myself sleeping on my parent's bed. Their room was apparently haunted but we were sleeping in it anyway. There was an evil entity, but it would start out slow, projecting itself as innocent, Victorian-style ghosts that would try to be your friend but would eventually turn into scary skeletons in long robes that would fly around on the ceiling and scream. In the dream I kept falling in and out of sleep on the bed and I think in real life I was falling in and out of sleep too. I kept feeling things brush up against me lightly, and in real life I am pretty sure it was my cat, but in the dream it was ghosts.


The next scene involved my mom getting ready to go somewhere and there was another lady wearing fancy clothes with red hair that would mimic her movements and follow close behind her. It was supposed to be her mom, but it was really an evil ghost. My mom knew it was there but didn't care because she liked the ghost even though it was a bad ghost. She said "We're going shopping." There was another element to that part where my mom hired me to take pictures of something for $150 and I demanded payment up front because I thought she wouldn't pay me, and she cut me a check that was printed off a printer. I was irritated because she was friends with the ghost.


There was also a random part about me being wrapped tightly in a sleeping bag on the floor of the basement and there were a bunch of bad ghosts that just looked like black shadows milling around on the staircase, blocking it. I was going through a stack of papers that were apparently job reviews from my old work that I was supposed to input into a computer so people's raises would be reflected on their next paychecks. I was offended because the corporate office was giving all the Somali peeps like $5 an hour and all the other people were getting paid normal amounts and were getting raises. The writing on the papers was in pencil and looked like a little kid had wrote them.


The scene changed to me, my sister, and some other people standing in my parent's neighbor's driveway talking, and I looked in my parent's backyard and all the statues they have in the yard had been moved into the middle of the yard (by the ghosts apparently). They have a retro 1950s concrete statue of a deer, and somehow the ghost had removed its antlers and all its facial features so it was just a smooth, creepy, torpedo-shaped face. All the other statues looked like they'd been sandblasted or something. Also, the ghost had dug up pets that my parents had buried, and laid them out neatly on the lawn, but they were in sleeping bags. My parents (in real life, like 15 years ago) once buried a dog, a poodle named "Lucy" in a Care Bear's sleeping bag under a pine tree, and that was laid out on the lawn in the dream. And apparently my dog -- who is actually alive in real life -- had been dug up and was in a sleeping bag on the lawn too, but since she had been buried only "45 days" prior, her corpse was very decomposed and was soaking through the sleeping bag. I was screaming and screaming and screaming and then I woke up. I think I was screaming in real life, or at least yelping or something.