So I had a dream last night, that my dad somehow found a pack of diapers in a room, it didn't end well, I'll get to that in a moment.
This room doesn't exist in real life. It was in a open area of his current yard. So that tells me 1) it won't happen, or 2) my dream will come true, to an extent, at some point and he'll build a building there.
Anyway, he found them in some random dresser (I didn't recognize it), he went ballistic and tossed the bag to the other side of the room, and they all go flying out of the bag. The starts saying "I f*cking knew it" and a dozen other comments that I don't really remember. He then storms out cursing and saying that that I (? see comment at end of post) need church in my life and therapy and this and that.
Thing is, there was another family member there, an uncle. I look at him confused as he looks at me the same way. I shrug my shoulders and say "I have no idea, I'm just as confused as you are" He lets out a little nervous chuckle. I say "I don't wear diapers, so they aren't mine." and laugh. I then look back to where the door once was, it's now back in the open yard as it is now, and then I wake up in a cold sweat.
(?) He didn't say that it was "me" in the dream but didn't say any other names either.
What do you make of this dream?