The snow in May and so much more!

It is snowing right now. That is right. Mid May and it is snowing. After waking up at a little after six to drive Bree to work I hear her say something to the effect of "Holy shit it is snowing!" Of course Bree knew all along. No joke. The past three months she has been swearing up and down that it will snow in May. Hats off to you, girlfriend. So of course I do what people often do when someone says something even marginally unbelievable, you don't believe them. As though this person has a penchant for lying to you. I look out the window and there it is. Snow. In case you take this tendency to the max and don't believe me either I have included a picture.
I had a dream last night that I had to trek across my parents yard(that is now mile long stretching out over where our neighbors should be)* on a quest type thing. First I go alone. It takes me till almost day light but I reach this place that is a cross between a dojo and an American restaurant. No more anime for me. I proceed inside to talk with a frog for awhile(a comically large one at that) and then turn to look out into the darkness through a set of French doors. There is a hand floating in the wind. Just a hand, stops at the wrist. It had three positions all weaving and wavering in the wind. The first was pleased with me, a thumbs up, the second was neutral, a sideways thumb and final there was anger with me, a thumbs down. With this knowledge somehow ingrained within me I watch the thumb turn down. As though I am a praying person(I am not) I get down on my knees and pray to the wind got. The hand is moving around like some kind of poorly faked flying saucer and yet I take it in all seriousness(perhaps a fault of the dream me). The thumb moves up. I run back to the house on what is perhaps a three hour journey vaulting over desert like only a desert rat knows how. I arrive to find my father and ask him to follow me. It is somehow still dark and while I make no note of the perpetual darkness it still holds power as it presses into me. We arrive and enter the strange building still covered in shadow and paper lanterns. A raccoon is now working the counter to a small store and my dad notices the raccoon just as I notice the hand. Thumbs down. I fall to my knees in front of the French doors and pray. The hand moves up coming closer to a full thumbs up with each word I whisper. I wake up.
I blame the dream on my new schedule of waking up just after six to take Bree to work and going to be around ten. Of course waking up at this time is not too bad at all with a semi decent sleep which I have been getting. Nonetheless it puts me in a strange mood.
*For Erin's reference it is where the creepy neighbors used to live. You know the ones.