Last night, it was very cold outside, and a homeless man who looked like Jim Morrison came to the door. He was being chased by some rabid raccoons, but I wouldn’t let him in. I had a decorative scarecrow hanging on the door, and he asked if he could have the clothing from the scarecrow. “Sure!” I said enthusiastically. Then, I went to get him a cup of coffee so he could warm up, but the cup was dirty, so I tried to wipe it off with my hand. But I ended up not caring that it was dirty, and I gave it to him anyway. I remember feeling like a very good person for helping this homeless man. Somehow, I didn’t realize that I wasn’t helping him at all. I just couldn’t stop thinking to myself what a good person I was.
Suddenly, a girl named Lindsay showed up and started calling me out on my hypocrisy. She was very witty and had a sarcastic response to everything I said. I wasn’t offended in the least, though. I’d never met anyone like her in all my life. I asked her if we could be friends, she gave me her phone number, and I woke up.
I asked some friends what they thought the meaning of this dream was, and we came to the conclusion that my conscience (subconscious?) is named Lindsay!