I was living in my childhood home, Brad Pitt came over to share something with me, he had a jar of dirt and a plastic tray full of pot seeds. He sprinked the dirt and planted some seeds in my yard and spilled a bunch, to which Whoopi Goldberg cringes and Brad says he's had those seeds since he was a wee one.

I go to find a dustpan and broom so I can give some to my young cousin, but by then the plants were growing strong and healthy in the front yard. I say, "these'll get stolen for sure."

Then we go in the back and somehow it's beachfront proerty, and we're all playing in the sand, me, the old lady down the street, my ex, other kids, besty but they're not well defined nor really the focus of the dream. The sky clouds start racing faster and faster and we're all in a play house, but I pull my ex out with me, no one else budges, the wave comes and we're free of the swell which washes the beach and leaves bright healthy grass behind under all the sand dunes.

I run down the beach, now grass, and at the end there's a last play house where everyone was burried by sand. We can hear them. We dig out the house and start pulling everyone out. I was never concerned. There was very little emotion in the dream at all.

Finally I got lucid (not really bc only really can do one thing), conjured up a teenage girl and started to feel her up. Then I woke up.