Okay. I just had to add this -- when I saw this thread again I was reminded of the dream I tried hard to remember last night...
I was just coming back from a park and some variety of concert (it bore a resemblance to a local park that has an annual "Fiddle Fest"), to the house where I've been living in recurring dreams (often, my dreams carry out a continuous story like a second life, and I'll find myself visiting the same places). It vaguely reminds me of a real little house in the park where I think a groundskeeper must live, only in the dream it has two storeys, and the first floor has large glass doors on both sides. My dream landlord and his wife live on the first floor (apparently, I can't even escape rent there!).
Anyway, I was coming "home" and I saw a light down in the first floor, and as I was walking by, looked inside, and saw the people inside weren't familiar -- they weren't my landlords (mind you, thinking about it now, I have no idea what my dream landlords look like -- I just knew that these weren't them...).
They saw me and bolted. "Intruders!" I thought, and gave chase. They tried to escape to a nearby open-top Jeep-like vehicle and before they could jump in, I tackled the guy -- short, light brown hair with glasses, fair skin, tall and gangly. His girlfriend reached into the vehicle for something and from out of nowhere (I kid you not), Alchemy, hair tied back in a ponytail, dressed all in black, sweeps in and stops her, grabbing her by the arm.
At this point, I awoke.
So, strangely, the first TMF member I've ever dreamt of was... ...Alchemy.
That, I wouldn't have expected. But nonetheless, thanks, Alchemy, for saving my ass -- I don't know what she had in that Jeep, but it couldn't have been good...
🙂