I dreamed that I was within Andrew Jones' dream scape. I remember seeing apocalyptic horses and watching their red eyes and snorting, flaring nostrils. I remember them coming at me.
I also remember a woman who looked somewhat like Mona Lisa. I tracked down her painting on the net upon awakening. Geo was with me too- in perspective- I felt as though we were both viewing this part of my dream.
In another part of my dream, I was at my Aunt & Uncle's house back in Seattle. My brother and I were walking down the halls in her place. We had slept over the night before, and I remember going to sleep and waking up within my dream. He told me that my Aunt was renting the house, which was nuts to me since they had been living there for 25+ years (in waking life, they own the place). I remember saying to my brother Austen "all those years, all that money just down the drain!"
It was good to spend time with Austen. He was deployed to Iraq for a year and just got home. I haven't gotten to see him yet. Its soothing me in waking life that we get to visit in dreams sometimes.