I remember so little, yet this was a long dream.
Dream 1: I had gone on a trip. When I came back, I wondered about the dirty laundry I hadn’t done before I left, as I had no clean clothes left. I saw my clothes soaking in a large tub. They had been washed by my mother-in-law. I wrung out my navy blue pants to hang on the clothesline along with some of my bras. These were all the dark ones. I wondered where the white ones were.
Dream 2: From behind a cement block of some kind, or more like a column, in some large outdoor area, I was hiding behind a young man and we were looking at an oncoming army. The young man was about twenty, tall, slim, with dark wavy hair. He reminds me of some young actor but I do not recall who that might be. I am not clear what or who the enemy was. He touched my neck and it vibrated. He said he was The Connector and we should look to get away, but to do so we needed a certain pair of reading glasses. These glasses had been hidden by the enemy.
I am going through several big wooden chests, opening them one by one, looking for the glasses. I had seen someone put them in just such a chest. But the young man had taken them already. I went looking for him. I found him in a room made of wood, almost like the old log cabins. He sat on an old bed with two little boys, one about eight and the other maybe five. He was teaching them how to use the glasses in order to escape.
The last image I remember is being in an old dungeon, going down some stairs. I could hear the screams of someone being tortured. Some huge contraption was being used. It had huge teeth and it tore through the wall of the stairs. Someone, somewhere, was turning a huge wheel and, as the contraption turned, I knew it was tearing into the back of the prisoner. He was The Connector.