For some reason, I was being attacked by little people (please forgive the midget term used in the sketch) and there were dozens of them. They all looked the same. Then I realized there was one way to knock them off, just pop them in the head with a jar.
So is my 9 year old son bugging me too much? Is that the meaning?
Don’t look for beautiful imagery or celestial meanings in my dreams. Mine are weird. I’m sure everyone has weird dreams but mine feel like my brain is in a blender when I’m dreaming them. They have a sense of logic but only in pieces.