My Dreams are Weird

Everybody has dreams. I guess not everyone, but most.
Do most dreamers have dreams like me?

I sure hope not, because I have dreams about running away from zombies and shooting them with pencil guns. I sure hope not because I have dreams of dirt roads covered with more milk than we can pick up with our buckets. I sure hope not because I have dreams about motorcycle deliveries through mountains of dried up beans. I sure hope not because I have dreams about all of the trees falling down and I can't step out of the way. I sure hope not because I have dreams about dying and watching people die. I sure hope not because I have dreams of awkward kisses, spanish exclamations, and everyday occurences.
I sure hope not because my dreams don't make sense.

It would explain a lot, though-- a world where no one follows their dreams because our dreams are ever-so intriguing, but endlessly understandable.

shalom.