What a dream.
I would have loved for Sigmund Freud to interpret this one.
The dream began running through a forest, the forest was thick and the leaves were razor sharp, and as barbed wire. However, no matter how tangled they seemed I was able to run through them effortlessly.
I kept looking over my shoulder and noticed that I was being chased by children wearing pig masks.
A furry creature that I can only describe as a talking armadillo with hair was telling me that I had to follow him in order to survive. The more I listened to the creature the greater the distance grew between the children and I.
Eventually a clearing was reached where the creature turned into a woman who declared she was my mother and that the children were actually different representations of me in a different life. Then the woman began singing and turned back into the aardvark.
When questioning what she was singing it began to rain mobile phones and that I was the “Chosen One”
Ok those of you who interpret dreams…solve that one!
