3 fucked up dreams in Every day scata

I want to get these down before I forget. I hardly ever remember my dreams, so… yeah.

First one was some kind of scavenger hunt in a warehouse that had a 3 story building inside. I won the first round, and the guy running it gave me some kind of special privilege for the next.
The second round I was playing against none other than Donald Drumpf. He cheated his way to victory (sound familiar?) but after a recount I was the winner. I really rubbed it in his face.

One of my nephews brought me back to the hotel after the hunt. When I got to the room, P was mad that I didn’t bring in some kind of paperwork or something. I open the door back up and it’s pouring down rain. I run to the car and get a little index card. I stood in the rain watching as the ink washed away.

Second dream. I was at another nephews house where he and his wife were running around like mad trying to pack everything up because she was “just not going to live here anymore”, though I don’t know why. My job was to clean out the fridge. I remember pulling out two jars of olives that only had a few in each of them and telling my nephew that he was just as bad as I am about doing that kind of thing.

Third dream. I was moving back into my parents house in Florida, although the house had been sold to someone else and they’ve been dead all this time (which is true, obviously). The house was a cross between my parents house and my old house in Florida. They had remodeled the kitchen and it was huge. There was some kind of moat around the house with a tiny drawbridge leading to the back yard. When I woke up I thought “omg the bugs would be so bad!”.

Anyhoo, I had to find a plug for the giant “moon clock” that was there, or bad things would happen. There was this big supermarket type warehouse attached to the place. According to the realtor the previous owner was a real baker so she had all this food. Me and a couple of friends (I don’t know who) started cleaning in there and arguing about some meat that was in a freezer. Next thing I know the whole neighborhood showed up to help go through the stuff and throw away anything that is expired. They all stood there and said mechanically “We are here to help you!”

Everyone got two shopping carts, one for the good stuff, the other for the expired. I told them to put the multiples (there was like, 6 dozen eggs, 10 sour cream, etc) in a pile to be donated to a food pantry.

And that’s it. That’s all I remember.

I don’t know why I had such dreams. Like I said, I hardly ever remember them, although the past couple of nights I’ve been telling myself to do so. Maybe I finally convinced my brain.