anxiety dream #2

Only parts of last night's dreams remain:

My father, dead for 25 years, is visiting me as he looks for his father. He is gray, thin. Later in the same dream my brother will try to remove a porcupine that has gotten in the house. This animal is small, dark, and covered with so many spines that we at first think they are fur. As we corner him near the door he shoots out the spines in profusion so that his body is revealed to be much smaller than we thought. We keep our distance but some of the spines hit me, without being painful. One sticks in my belt at the small of my back.

From another dream, same night:

Being kissed by a blonde haired young woman with soft cheeks and lips--she is trying to persuade me to take her photo in the play she is about to be in. A bit later she has become a black woman, and still later I realise she is actually a cat. I can't find my camera and there is some tension because the play is about to start. I travel with my wife and son back to our house to get it. Somewhere along the way I am watching dozens of bugs crawl across a wodden floor.