We’re in “our” house (which by the way, is a house I have never been in before in real life), when suddenly, off to the left of the kitchen the dog is in the little foyer or utility closet. There is a tall enclosure or cabinet that leads up to the ceiling and he is climbing that enclosure. When he gets to the top, he shimmies out the vent that leads to the roof. My husband is yelling for him to come back down, and I go to the door to make sure he doesn’t fall. Outside the door is my cat. She comes in and the dog comes back down.
Next, my youngest is a little girl again and we have to leave for school. The car won’t start, so we walk. It’s been raining, the ground is wet with muddy puddles. She said “Something feels weird on my feet mom.” Then we realize she forgot her shoes and socks! So we run back home. Her shoes are in the basement and by the time we finally find them, I have 10 minutes to get her to school and me to work, so we have to literally run. We seem to have developed superhuman speed, because even though we are running in slow motion, we get both places on time.
Cut to an escalator, which I am on, and it takes me back to the house from the beginning of the dream. There are cowboys there, and lots of them. Our friend comes in all decked out in chaps, boots, spurs, coyboy hat, the whole outfit. “Quick!” he yells “Get my horse! I pissed off some guys at the saloon! I’ll cut out early, and you guys never saw me! Later we’ll meet a few miles down the road.” He then takes off on his horse, but they get trapped in the mud and the horse sinks into what appears to be quicksand or a sinkhole. Our friend tries to pull his horse out, but something swallows the horse up whole, with the exception of his head. He comes back, totally freaking out, “Something killed my horse!” So, with the sounds of the pissed off cowboys getting closer, we have to hide him in the basement.
Cut to the living room. The cowboys are gone, the dog isn’t on the roof, and the cat is in the house. We are watching a movie. It’s like a cross between a horror movie, the Walking Dead, the X Men and the movie Hook. It begins with a band of mutant superheroes assigned to secure and guard an enclosure filled with criminal zombies. Suddenly a young woman is kidnapped by a band of evil-doers who are keeping her in the woods for some ritualistic ceremony that obviously required the use of a young woman in a halter top and shorty shorts. She screams and screams “Somebody help me!” A mutant superhero who is helping construct a gate for the enclosure hears her screams. He is torn….does he fulfill his duties or go save the damsel in distress? For if he leaves, someone will surely find out. So, he devises a plan. Since he is super fast, and will be back in practically no time at all, he builds a dummy out of his clothes and a fence post. Then he goes off to save the girl.
He finds the girl and is observing the evil-doers that have her. There are many, possibly too many for one mutant superhero. He is thinking he will need some help. Suddenly The Lost Boys from the movie Hook come upon him and they agree to help. The scene then jumps from the television and the set is in my house. The Lost Boys are swinging on vines, shooting the bad guys with tomato guns, hitting them in the heads with coconuts. The mutant superhero finds the girl, saves her, and the evil-doers are defeated by the Lost Boys. Mutant superhero takes the girl back to his post, and nobody even knows he was gone.
The movie set is gone from the living room, I check the mail, and then go through a box that I received to find socks, a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. The end.