Runes and Whispers

My dreams have been erratic lately. Sometimes I have nightmares that I wish I couldn't remember. Like I dreamt that I had asked John about dinner and he punched me. Twice. Dreams like this make me think that they have absolutely nothing to do with reality because John has never and would never punch me. I also dreamt recently that it was pouring outside, the kind of rain that we only see in five minute spurts once in a blue moon here in San Antonio. John and Arthur were outside, and I was going to call them inside, and when I got near the door, I realized that we had a leak in our roof right by the door, and I had a little tupperware bowl there to catch the rain in. There was a woman, also, outside. She was whispering to runes the names of people and they were telling her their futures. I had a handle on what I dreamt last night, but I have since lost it.