Jeremiah and I were living in the big city and we went to a baseball game. We couldn't find a seat because we wanted at the very top. So, Jeremiah and I decide to go back home and our home is this massive treehouse. It's awesome. Anyway, his low-down dad happened to be there trying to drop his younger son on us and I blew up in his face. Not literally, that would be weird. But I just started cussing him out and let him have a piece of my mind. Anyway, he gets pissed and saying words back and ends up kicking Jeremiah out of his house. Which is weird, because in the dream he was already living with me. 

So, things slowly start to smooth down when I am transported back to like Laura Ingles Wilder/Little House on the Prairie times. And I learn that his dad is trying to poison my dad and my dad is trying to poison him. So, I take off running and I go to this little house and I'm like, "I NEED FIRE. My father is law is trying to kill my dad with silver" and she called her dog who pissed fire into the firepit, but the fire didn't last long because the dog was old. And I'm just like OMG MY DAD'S LIFE IS ON THE LINE give me some icecream.

So I just sit down and eat some icecream. Then I woke up.