Sorry for the bizarro post but I couldn't resist. I read that humans supposedly dream every night and that dreams are the subconcious working something out. I rarely if ever recall dreaming at all. But last night I had a weird dream.
I encountered a very serene, smiling and extremely bright eyed robin williams. Shirtless, appeared as like Jesus with long hair parted in the middle and a beard. In the dream I knew he was dead and reportedly a suicide so it was surprisinng to see him in this state. I was in a public city library that was doubling as some sort of shelter with citizens sleeping on cots everywhere and being given snacks by library workers.
Mr williams walks up to me and starts talking and says don't you have a dog?? I say wow its fascinating you ask that because I had a beautiful dog for most of my life. My beauty Maxine. I then realized I should show robin a picture of maxine so I reach for my phone and can't find it. On the table however is a different phone, an old flip phone that's not mine.
"This is not my phone" I say and we start looking for my phone to show him a picture. Just then I hear my phone ringing and BAM, I wake up and my phone is ringing in real life, and woke me up.
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Analysis?
