I’m changing my name to Sean Michael Fynn. I add up Fynn numerologically and my whole name comes out to be a 9 and I think to myself, does that mean this will be my last life? When I wake up, and do the math and it’s actually a 5. Interesting…

I’m with a small group of people and this man asks everyone what they think about the colours of his clothes. He has them wadded up and you can see tan, purple, pale yellow, and other pastel or light colours and white in the middle. A woman asks him to let her see the white a little more. They are his underwear, briefs… he puts his clothes down and picks up his briefs and they’ve been chewed up. It looks like they were put into a paper shreader.

My mom is using a printing machine that’s manufacturing books. The machine is spitting out books and I’m worried that my mom is going to get hit by one, but she’s standing on this line and manages not to. I then put in my own book to test how it gets printed. I open it up and it doesn’t look right but then I look at my mom’s book which is some sort of travel book, and none of her images are showing. It’s too bad because she printed stacks of them. I tell her what happened, expecting her to freak out, but she’s actually ok with it.

Thoughts: I think that in my dream, there was only Fyn which adds up to 9, not Fynn.