Just in case I haven't clarified, my dreams rarely have a beginning or an end. I just remember right in the middle of it.

Jabe and I are lying on a trampoline outside of my old home in the country. We are slightly cold and sharing a blanket. Jabe keeps telling me to come closer so we can get warm. I start noticing the weather doing odd things. I see steam (not smoke) coming out of the chimney and turning into huge clouds that touch the ground and float back up into the sky. They aren't fluffly clouds, but rigid, pointy and thick. Suddenly, the wind picks up huge objects and they land a few yards past the house. The two main objects I remember are a bulldozer and a pickup truck. I tell Jabe about the objects being hurled overhead, but he doesn't hear them and his back is to everything happening, so he doesn't see it. He doesn't believe me when I tell him what's happening, so I ask him to see for himself, but he doesn't. My brother comes out from inside the house and as he does, I see two dog-like shapes coming up the driveway towards all of us. I warn my brother to watch out, thinking they are wolves, but as they enter the light, I notice they are foxes. My brother prepares to defend himself, but after seeing that they are foxes, he lets down his guard. One fox is red, and the other is kind of calico. But mostly dark colors. Then three kits come from behind and I can tell these are the children of the two other foxes. I noticed all three kits were different colors as well. One looked like the mother (the red one), the other like the father, and the last was some odd brown.

Well that's about all there is for me to recall. I should really get these analyzed.