Crazy stuff, and scary. Random man, eyes fuzzy.....the Hamptons on fire and I'm running to my mom's house, get to the door and knock, no phone, my sister lets me in. Then a pond lake with dinosaurs, one with a horn, saying somethibg, hearing something. Afghanistan and a little shop of some kind, men talking, must be the news or something. Walking through the woods. Freud's interpretation? Realizing I am drawn to scenes recreating my past, what I know and grew up with.