
This morning's dream:
it started out at my cousin's place. We were standing around in there getting ready for something. It appeared abundantly clear that both my sister and I were preparing to go somewhere. After many pieces of broken conversation, it was determined that we were being chased by this guy in a large Cadillac who wanted to kill us (if you have seen Highway Men, it is the bad guy from that movie, if you haven't seen it do so because it is a cool film). We were running about the house grabbing supplies, equipment, etc. but every time we got to my car, we would run back inside for something else. Then my dad popped up and asked me about his car keys. I told him that I had more important things to worry about at the time (like our lives) and continued to rush about. The tension continued to build and I was getting more anxious because we were taking too long and then finally we were ready. As I walked to the driver's side door I reached into my pocket and found my Dad's keys I took them out and threw them at him. As the keys left my hand, the ominous roar of an engine could be heard and the headlights of the Cadillac appeared as it swung around the corner bearing down directly towards me... and then I woke up.