Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
I was at my Dad's old house with my wife. Another family lives there now in waking life, and I knew that in my dream. I kept telling my wife, "Let's get out of here!"... but she was on her computer and wasn't moving. I looked out the window of the kitchen door. I was afraid someone from the next house would see that someone was in my Dad's old house when they weren't supposed to be. A car started to pull in the driveway. I just knew we were busted; but the car never drove up the driveway. that happened twice. I told my wife to come on again, but she was eating a pan of pound cake or swirl bread. I decided to leave by myself. I slipped out the back door certain someone would see me leaving, but I had to get out of there. The dream ended. I had other dreams, but I can't remember them. Maybe I'll remember them later.