I dreamed of a person who lived in a very small house, I think. I'm not sure, though. Well, actually, ealier in the dream, I dreamed I was hanging photographs on one of the walls at my parents' house, and I was hanging them with blue thumb tacks. The plastic, sticky-outty kind that you use on bulletin boards. I realized there were pictures of my ex-boyfriend, P, and that my parents wouldn't like that. There were also 2 photos glued to paper-bag material, and I folded it so one of the photos was against the wall, facing the wall. That one was of me and a friend, and you could see our bras. She had her shirt off, and I wore my bra on the outside of a black shirt.
Then there was the thing with the person in a small house, and the identity of the person kept shifting, from a coach, I think, to a professor to K. There was something tiered in the tiny, 1-room house, and there was something potentially dangerous about it, as well. I think there may have been an altar in there, too.
Then my parents called me to the deck to overlook the back yard, where a person or animal was peeing a whole lot. Then it turned out the pee was actually poop, but it was the consistency of pee. The poop turned into a happy pig and it ran around the back yard. Or it galavanted. I was afraid of the pig and I thought of the swine flu, too. Or, it's like, I didn't know whether to be afraid of the pig or not cuz it just seemed like this really happy, animated pig (made out of pee or poop, though). Me and my parents conjectured about what Eckhart Tolle said about everything in the universe being endowed with consciousness and God-energy. I thought, wow, even pee and poop can be a nice thing and turn into a nice, friendly animal.
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