I usually can't remember my dreams.
I was with my parents in a house haunted by the mute ghosts of Disney characters. We were trying to solve the mystery or trying to get away, I can't remember which. We escape to a huge shopping center, but it is not safe yet. A tidal wave is coming so we run to a barricaded room at the end of a long corridor. Right before the wave hits my dad runs out and sacrifices himself to save my mom and me. Then I woke up.
I was speaking for the first time at ICA rally [which I actually have to do later this quarter] and I was completely and utterly unprepared. It was on some passage in the Old Testament, but I had no idea what I was talking about and was just making it up on the spot. People were shouting out questions and walking around and talking in the middle of everything. I kind of gave up and prayed more earnestly than I thought was possible in a dream. Then I woke up.
Wonder what it means...