I was talking to Dave this morning on my way back from Scotland.  At the end, he said, “sweet dreams,” as he always does, but then reading it over again, it hit me! I had a dream about him the other night.

This one happened Saturday-Sunday night while I was in a hostel up in Scotland…I remember waking up in the middle of the night, it was a really clear dream, but it’s been a few days now, so we’ll see.

I was in my house, and Dave happened to be there as well.  The only thing was, he brought someone else.  It was this chick.  She was maybe late 20s, early 30s at oldest.  I was a little offended that he’s bring another chick to my place, but I wasn’t gonna say anything.  I was just holding conversation with them in the kitchen, no big deal.

She had a little girl with her, about the age of 3- saying how she had to take care of her because her family situation wasn’t well. Something, but the entire presence of this person seemed so off. I couldn’t identify it.  I went out into the living room to watch some TV or so, and Dave was there, and we were talking.  We had a lot of interaction despite him bringing some female guest.

Then I heard something coming from the back yard, like arguing.  I head to the dining room, and that chick and my mom are fighting, but then they disappear.  That chick dragged my mom away somewhere. I don’t know who she is, where she went.  I turn to Dave and I say to him- I thought you knew her! His response- Well I guess I really don’t.

So not only does he bring this other female over, but he doesn’t know who she is and she wacks my mother away.  Dave decided it was best he left, and in a pretty down kind of voice, said that he’d meet me at the police station tomorrow morning.

Standing in the doorway, it didn’t look like him. It also didn’t seem like him, but that was just a vibe.

I woke up pretty distraught, but then realized it was early morning and went back to bed instead.

The next dream had my brother in it, but now I don’t remember what it was. We were picking something.