I had the most oddest dream/nightmare. Some nights are better than others, like the previous night I felt relaxed and content and at peace. Last night was different though, and I spent a whole hour watching the final of Soroity Girls on 4OD which was lovely because secretly I want to be in a close sisterhood with some nice individuals who I can learn from and share with. I hope the concept launches massively. Anyway, the comfort I have felt the past few days needs to definitely be transferred onto friends. I'm hoping S and N are the way to go, but they seem quite religious.
Back to my dream/mare. A whole bunch of stuff happened prior to the main event, but that's getting fuzzy in my mind so I will cut to the chase. There's a coconut man who lives with his wife and two children across the street. They were apparently away from home, yet he came back in his RIAN (number plate) car. He looked unshaven and bloodshot. Probably had been drinking. Then, in the next day, his family returned. I was just observing them all, happy and lively and running to and from the other car unloading their things. It must have skipped to 11pm, when a police car flashing it's siren lights came onto the street. There was a big scuffle between the coconut man and the police - ending in him being thwacked into the policecar. My dad hadn't returned home yet, and I don't know if there was a connection there or not. But it seemed really odd. Anyways, that was when my dad rudely woke me up.
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