So I have only had a few weird dreams, but most of them have occured this past year or so. It is also very rare that I dream in color. Last night not only did I dream in color, but I also woke myself swinging my arms frantically. What follows is one of the weirdest dreams to date. Any feedback on what it might mean would be great.

Section 1
I was standing with some guy next to a pile of dirt. He points out that there is a one-horned toad. The toad is this amazing purple color with a green unicorn horn. The guy begins to explain that the toad is a very rare species and he hasn’t seen one in years. The toad just sits there and lets us look at it. Then I look near my feet and I see a smaller adolescent version of the toad. I point it out to the toad expert. He comes over and begins to look at it and continues to explain the species. While he continues, I walk over to the mound of dirt. I find a small baby one-horned toad - smaller than the other two. As I am getting ready to point the baby toad out, what looks like a worm begins to make it’s way out of the dirt. The dirt is seperating…but it looks as though something bigger will come out of the dirt rather than a worm. What emerges is a two-year old little boy. As soon as the boy emerges, a woman comes running out of nowhere to claim him. The toad expert begins to yell at the woman saying things like, “you can’t keep him in there that long, you need to take him out before two years, what is wrong with you?”

Section 2
I am climbing stairs to a dam. It is a very intricate set of stairs, specifically designed to make you stop at each landing and admire the landscape. The water is a very dark blue, the trees a very bright contrasting green. The color is very vibrant. At the top of the stairs is a small studio apartment. The framing of the apartment is an old cedar - very rustic - completely opposite of the very modern architecture of the dam. I am visiting friends who live there - a couple. I am standing on their balcony with the male. We are overlooking their run-down pool. Inside the crystal cool water of the pool there are fish - large fish. There is even a shark. I notice a baby turtle on its back at the bottom of the pool, struggling to turn himself over. The mother turtle is just standing there - with this helpless cartoon look on her face. The mother looks up at us. I tell my friend that we should go down and help the turtle. As soon as the words begin to leave my mouth this odd looking (large) bird swoops down at my face.

This is when I wake up with my arms swinging frantically to shoo the bird.

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