dream interpretation

The phone kept ringing. I answered, and it was me from the future. The voice was exactly the same. It told me not to forget to buy milk today. And to be careful on the stairs. I hung up. What stairs? I looked around. There were no stairs. I woke up, confused.

I was skating on an ice rink, a giant mirror. I could see my reflection and the sky below. It felt like I was flying between two skies. I skated around a few times, and my reflection in the mirror winked at me. I thought it was strange. I was about to wink back, but the ice/mirror cracked. I woke up before I fell.

I became a pigeon in the plaza. A pigeon's life is really tough. Avoiding people, fighting over dry breadcrumbs, listening to other pigeons gossip about which statue is best to poop on. But then suddenly a cunning-looking cat appeared and I got really scared. I almost crashed into a pillar trying to clumsily fly away. I barely landed on a roof and totally passed out. Still, the view was nice. I woke up with a stiff neck, I must have slept wrong.

I was on a swing that kept going higher and higher. It went so high, it went past the clouds. I got closer to the stars. I tried to grab them, but they were too far away. I swung back towards the Earth. Coming down was too fast. My stomach lurched, and I woke up.

making sandcastles on the beach. a wave came and took it away. normal. i made another, another wave. i made a bigger one, with a moat. a tiny little wave came and knocked over just the tower. i got angry. i woke up with imaginary sand on my feet.

i was doing homework, the pen turned into a snake.