Lately I've been dreaming more vividly than usual and remembering more of them. Last night I had two separate dreams. In one I was at my dad's house and I was defending myself against some kind of attack. There were others there, but that part I can't remember, nor can I remember who was attacking. I remember shooting out the front window at whoever was attacking, though. And I remember moving the refrigerator in the kitchen over in front of the back door to block it and then thinking that may not be such a great idea because the stairs to the basement are right there and I might have to retreat down there for cover. Weird. I haven't been in that house in nearly 25 years since my dad passed away.
In the other dream, I had this double bladed butter knife with the blades at each end and a short handle connecting them, and I needed to hide it near some lamp post than was outside the fence of a public pool in my old neighborhood that was torn down many years ago. I think this was the first dream I had last night and it sort of led into the other one about being attacked.
I always find it strange how I can "see" myself in my dreams, since I can't see myself IRL unless looking into a mirror.