Dreams
At 5am I had a fairly clear memory of my dream. It was about two kites. I think there was a new one and an old one, and maybe the new one had been a birthday gift. My sister(s) and I were flying them in the backyard and it was a windy day. The kites started to twist together and I could control them, but my sister couldn't. Having the two kites twist together was a really bad thing to have happen. Near the end of the dream the two kites had pretty much wrapped themselves together and the police had come. They came into the house with two angry dogs and went out back to deal with the kite situation. The twisted kites were dangerous because they could hurt someone. That's as far as the dream went or that I remember. The only connection to the previous day I could make at the time was that when we were in the backyard my friends' two year old daughter had looked up in the sky, pointed, and said the word 'kite.' I remember I was surprised that she knew the word. Maybe the dream was also in fact a reaction to the strange combination of food from the potluck?