Yep. I had a live-action Phineas & Ferb/Supernatural dream. I blame the peach cobbler. Or maybe the cheese and crackers I had at small group last night.
The first part of the dream consisted of me and my family (and a Harlan that was around his goal weight? He was dressed like Jensen Ackles from Supernatural -- leather jacket and jeans) in a house trying to get someone OUT because SOMETHING was keeping them trapped. I almost got trapped in a closet (the door was pushed shut by someone and I just managed to squeeze out) and then the hallway door started squeezing in on itself. Stu and I managed to keep the doors open just long enough for the person to get through and meanwhile the secret agent animals (most of which were smaller dogs) searched the place.
We got into the big, black Impala (courtesy of Supernatural) and roared away.
The second part of the dream, I was stranded near where my grandparents live, attempting to make it to Greenville. I was with a little white dog (who was one of the secret agents) and I was supposed to be protecting him. He got sideswiped by a car and was only scratched up but I made him lay in a basket so I could carry him. I got to a crossroads and couldn't decide which way to go. Someone had thrown out a package of chicken and there were raw chicken pieces everywhere. I thought, "What a waste. They're probably all bad thought, I shouldn't pick them up."
We were waiting at the crossroads for someone, but I woke up before we were found.
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