Dream About Cows And Pottery Store

Last night I had some crazy dreams. There was this pottery store on the main floor of a little shopping district. And the way the streets were set up was really interesting. And they all came to a triangle point where three streets converged and the island in the middle was this ceramic store with a big outside area. And they had outside fire pits and the long ways of the triangle was what was up against the street, the main street. But it was a really small town so there wasn't really a lot of traffic, foot traffic or vehicle traffic. And it was a really large place actually. And then upstairs on the second floor was like the actual storefront and then on the third floor was like the condo where people that owned it lived. And they had a teenage daughter and that's who I was friends with in my dream. And she was hanging out with kind of a rough crowd. There was a couple of like mobster type dudes that would drop in every now and then and like steal a bird bath or you know a statue or something like that and get her in trouble with her parents and that kind of shit. But nothing really too horrible. But um... Fast forward... Somehow they ended up with these cows. And uh... Well I mean the cows... I'm not really sure what the whole deal with the cows was but there was like... But uh so the cows became like my pets because I wasn't going to let them kill the cows. And one of the mobster guys was like no I'm going to eat this beef and this and that and the cows aren't pets. And so he ended up going in to kill them. So seeing as I'm an animal lover I absolutely was not about to let that happen so as he was walking briskly to go and try to take these cows lives he tripped and stumbled and fell directly into the kiln of the pottery shop in the outside area and wouldn't you know what the doors happened to slam shut and turn on tragic I know Total tragedy didn't see it coming at all but yeah cows were fine. And uh the cows did not get eaten. They were fine. And they lived at the pottery shop for the rest of my dream. And I'm assuming they're still there. They were very happy cows. They had like little enclosures that I had built for them. They were very happy cows. And they kept being bigger and smaller and bigger and smaller like the size of house cats all the way up to like being bull sized giant cows. But whenever they were in the house they were like the size of cats. It was pretty cool. Fast forward in the dream. There was some kind of a drive by because the guy ended up in a kiln over the cows. Some of his buddies weren't too happy about it so they fucking broke out the windows of the ground level shop and did some damage. And they were doing some remodeling in the third floor condo thing. And so there was no floor in half the place. You could just see all the way straight through down to the main floor of the ceramics place and see all the bird baths and fountains and all that shit. That was pretty weird. But um. Yeah there was all kinds of stuff in my dream. And. And I woke up. And I remembered all of it and it was pretty cool. Yeah. But I remember the dude being adamant that those cows were for his wagu beef. And I just wasn't having it. And you could tell he was a douche bag so it's not like it was going to be a problem. Even his own friends were like man you're being a dick. And so yeah he just tripped and fell in a freak accident. And the cows got to live happily ever after and everybody was happy. Oh yeah and I stumbled upon the owners of the ceramics shop. The girl's parents or whatever I stumbled upon. Why they were so upset that we were all hanging out around one of the fire pits. Because inside of one of the cushions that was around the fire pits was gold. It was old ass gold coins. From like the gold rush days. One of the big ass oversized cushions. And the reason they were so heavy we thought they were full of sand. Fuck no dude they were full of gold. And I unzipped the cushion and I saw that and I was like oh. Wow. And I made eye contact with the chick's mom. And I just zipped the cushion back up and said you know. These cushions are getting a little ratty. You might want to put them inside and bring out some other ones just in case. You definitely want to get rid of the covers on these for sure. That way nobody recognizes them in the trash. If you know what I mean. And so I helped her with the cushions and I told her don't let me see what cushions you put it in. If I was you I wouldn't even put it in cushions. Da da da da da da. And she gave me two of the pieces of gold coin as a thank you for not just flat out robbing her. And I'm like that's just not me man. I'm not. That's not my style. I have no reason for money. But these are neat. Thank you. I appreciate it. And I guess she told her daughter what happened and that's how we became really close. But. Yeah it was an interesting dream. All around it was pretty cool. Yeah. It felt very alien and different at first in the dream but then after I had helped the chick's mom hide the coins from the rest of the people that were there cuz if anybody else there and seeing what was in that cushion guaranteed they would have taken him nobody else there really had much of a moral code at all I mean they were just kind of there but like I could tell that they were good people and I legitimately don't have any reason for money in my waking life or my dream life so it was just nice it almost felt like they accepted me as one of them after that and they just trusted me to be able to be there like I could come and go whenever I wanted and they were always happy to see me and it was just nice it was different. If you can tell I'm having a lot of issues surrounding where I belong in my waking life like what is family...