ok, last night I dreamt that I was at a church function, and kept eating these chocolate treats off a shelf.
I saw a kid who went to my old church but didn't say anything to him. my mom approached this woman who looked
like my grandmother and she asked how her kids were doing and why she couldn't conceive a girl. this caused her to
tear up (the lady not my mom). afterwards, I went back to my house (I'm actually moving irl in a few days), and this van
van of unruly teenagers kept doing donuts in my yard, while a girl in the van said on a megaphone "Jesus is lord!" I didn't say
anything at first but then said "get the hell off my property" to them. I looked at my house and it looked like a weird
house made out of concrete slabs, kind of reminded me of the Flinstones, except it was huge and had a concrete hill
leading into the house. so I went in, the doorway from the garage to the kitchen was too small and I briefly saw
a dog (we have one irl) but instead of a shi-tzu like we have, it was the Flintstones dog. anyways, I went
into the house and got in a confrontation with my dad, I told him I was going to do things my way and went
downstairs. then he followed me and handed me a glass of milk and said, "no, we're doing things my way". that
was the end of the dream.