Reading kikipotamus' dreams reminded me that I wanted to relay a dream I had last night.
The last dream was this: I look in the mirror and see a dark spot on my earlobe. I squeeze the spot and a black bug of some sort comes out. It is long and gross so I turn away from the mirror.
I had this dream after a series of dreams that meld together in my memory. The police come for my son, aged 8, to protect him, they say, from some evil crime that is happening in the neighborhood. I decide I too want to go somewhere safe so I begin to pack. I go up in an attic and find tons of stuff,( a recurring dream situation). Once back downstairs I see that my neighbor has parked a large yellow dirt lifting machine between our houses. None of these things make any sense to me, not that dreams are supposed to make sense. The house I lived in was the 20 year rental house that I left 3 years ago.