I had this one dream last week where George Jones gave me a high five.. both hands.. it was pretty spectacular!
 

I am by the seaside and i know a storm is coming.  i look for somewhere to dig a whole in the sand so that i can light a fire to keep warm.  i find a good place and get to work.  slowly one by one my family join me and we are all busy building a shelter.  i look around and there is a place to sit, a place to eat, a proper little shack.  and as the rain starts to come we are all safe and warm and pleased with our efforts.  family, strength by numbers, sharing and caring.
 

the next good one I have I'll spin you're way.....
 

I was in the house where I grew up being chased around the second floor (my bedroom had a doorway to the hallway and one to the closet and the closet was open to a hallway that met the other hallway forming an L. Basically you could make a loop) and I was being chased by a mummy with a hand gun. There wasn't any sense of panic in me, just wanted to avoid the mummy with the gun. I figured it was a mummy, had to be dumb, so I tried to back track in the loop thinking I would get the drop and be able to beat him down the stairs and get out of the house, but he was a smart mummy. He had me trapped and fired the gun...but I felt nothing. I was unharmed. Now that I realized the gun was harmless, I began to chase the mummy, who became startled and ran down the stairs.

What do you think that means?