I always dream if I get enough sleep and usually remember at least one.
Here is the one from a few hours ago.
I dreamed that my family and a few friends from the past were in Mexico. The family included my mother-in-law (deceased for over a year) and the friends were ones I had not seen for nearly two decades. Anyway we arrived via some form of transportation like a bus or train to a place where there was a mixed crowd of locals and tourists to the edge of a deep canyon with a trail along the side. I remember a friend saying "don't get up here on the trail if you are just going to fall down" I looked down and saw through a gap in the trees and rocks the canyon must have been a few miles down with about a 75 degree slope. It was quite green, like a rainforest at the bottom.
Then the canyon became an amphitheater that would seat a few thousand that had maybe a few hundred people there all being entertained by some form of mariachi music. The amphitheater had tables where several forms of candy were on the table and had place settings so it looked like some sort of meal would be served shortly.
Suddenly there was gunfire whizzing over the heads of the entertainers and into the audience who all ducked for cover. I remember hearing the sound of the bullets, some quite close and hearing then ricochet around in the rocks behind us. After a few hundred rounds the gunfire stopped and it seems no one had been hit.
The next scene was in the dining room of some brightly colored house with white walls, clearly still in Mexico. I wanted to thank our hosts for their hospitality but they were too busy talking about how they were at war with some other family who they called "the evangelicals."
End of dream, let the armchair psychoanalysts have at it.
Read not to contradict and confute, not to believe and take for granted, not to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider - Francis Bacon
The more we understand particular things, the more we understand God - Spinoza