Mistaken Identity and Lint

First weird dream: I was outside walking somewhere. Ahead of me and to my right was a brick wall, faded yellow, roughly 4 foot (121.92 cm) high. A man was standing on the right side of it looking over it. Gareth David-Lloyd was walking past the other side when the man pointed a gun at him. I only remember the man implying he thought GDL had in his possession something the man (Mr. Gunman) wanted back. Either that or the Mr. Gunman thought John Barrowman had something Mr. Gunman wanted back.

I couldn't quite remember what was being said in the dream, only that either GDL kept telling Mr. Gunman he was mistaken, that GDL did not have whatever the thing was. Or GDL kept telling Mr. Gunman he was mistaken in thinking JB had something of his or that GDL could contact JB and go see him on a whim to find out what it was. I knew that even if GDL could contact JB, he wouldn't have anyway, because, nutcase holding a gun.

I somehow managed to signal GDL to escalate the argument, which he did, just enough so I could distract Mr. Gunman long enough for GDL to take the gun away from him. We succeeded and GDL was pointing the gun at Mr. Gunman while we discussed which of us would go for help when I woke up.

Last night I had a dream that I was in a very large room, with white walls, floor, ceiling, brightly lit. The floor was literally covered with light-colored navy blue gobs of soft lightweight lint. My friend Irene & I were trying to sweep it up, but it was so lightweight that every time we ran the brooms across the floor, half the lint would just float up & settle back down.

Someone walked into the room and started talking to me about something. As I talked I continued to try sweeping the floor. I said something about there not being even one square inch of the floor that was not covered with lint and wondering how we were going to get it all swept up. It went on for a time. I'm guessing that because it was pretty much a never ending battle, I got myself to wake up.