I dream that my hairdresser is dead. His ghost appears to his successor so he can explain how to cut my hair just right.

I dream that I have a bunch of plants on my desk and I’m watering them and they’re all very happy.

I dream that there’s a tiny mouse −smaller than an ant!− running all over my bed sheets.

I dream that there’s a giant cave deep deep below us underground, where the devil is stuck from the waste down.