Actually, I had a few disjointed dreams. The Michael Savage dream was short. I forgot some of it and don’t want to embellish the dream trying to remember the details. Here it is:
Michael drove down in a van. He got out and was wearing sun glasses. I said some things to him. I’m not sure what it was.
Then, I went and parked either a car or van in a parking spot. It wasn’t his.
Then I walked back to find Michael and my mom sitting outside at a round table talking. They seemed to be getting along fine.
Right in the middle of the table, lying down and facing me as I walked up, was his dog Teddy. Teddy was happy and his grey fur was all fluffed out and he looked young and in great shape…almost glowing.
I was surprised and blurted out something like “Hey! It’s Teddy!” Then I woke up.
That’s it. That’s the dream…