I dreamed I took my four kids (and in my dream they were younger than they are now, I would guess ages 5-12) to visit a man who was rumored to be insane. He said his name was Wayne Gacy (that's what I get for watching a TV show about serial killers the other day). He had a child-like face and was eerily mild-mannered. He told me I reminded him of his sister-in-law (I thought in my dream: is this a good or bad thing?) then got tears in his eyes and gave me a big hug. Thankfully, we left unscathed.
The middle part of the dream is jumbled in my memory. Something to do with my ex taking our daughter back to Gacy’s house then bringing her home, then they were supposed to go again later and watch a movie, but she didn’t want to go, then I went to Gacy’s house with a group of athletes to shoot some footage for some kind of commercial and they were doing somersaults in his living room, and then when he came in I told him my daughter wouldn’t be coming back because she didn’t feel well, and he said my ex had already called about that, and then I felt panicky, wondering if we'd given him the same excuse.
But, then, we were time-warped back to the beginning of my dream and the kids and I were leaving Gacy’s house for the first time. I don’t know why, but I let my youngest child drive home (he was now at his present age of 14). It was raining heavily and all of a sudden the street flooded. He veered to the right and the car went into a ditch. We decided to walk. The water rose to our waists and then we started swimming.
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