Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
I have been playing zombie games with my boy. Last night I dreamed I was playing a game where you had to shoot these zombies, but they looked more like slugs that stand up, which is an idea that a friend of mine had in waking life. The interesting thing about the game was that there were clouds that you had to blow on or they would form a dragon. It was a cheap looking dragon, but I remember at one point, after we had blown the clouds apart, they started coming back together, and watching them start to form a dragon was really neat. -- I was outside somewhere and it was night time. A limousine pulled up by a curb under a tree where it was even darker. It was an old limousine. The paint had lost all its luster, and it didn't look like any old limo I've ever seen. It had a grill like a truck on a tractor-trailer. It was a giant square grill. Then, the grill opened like a mouth. It was a devil car. The grill opened to reveal another grill behind it, on which it said something about sex. Super evil. Then the car started to talk with the inner grill moving up and down so it was more like a mouth. It told some guy that he had to kill some people or the car was going to kill him. This guy went into a room where there were a bunch of servers that held information on people around the world. He started pulling some kind of cards or mother-boards out from these shelves of servers and destroyed them all. Somehow this translated into killing hundreds of thousands of people around the world. Then I saw his boss and some other guy who didn't even seem to care. I thought that they didn't care because the damage was done and there was nothing they could do about it. Dream skip: I'm in a room that is like a museum. I see a ceramic pot that I really like, and it is teetering on edge because someone placed it incorrectly. I was upset and tried to fix it, but only succeeded in knocking it over. It fell about 7 feet to the floor and bounced a couple times only barely nicking it. (This was a replay of when I was 15 in waking life. I was changing a light-bulb at McDonalds and it dropped from waist high. It landed perfectly on the top of the bulb--the glass part, and bounced back up. I had no idea it would bounce, so I didn't have the presence of mind to catch it, though if I had bent down a little, I could have caught it. Instead, it fell back down and shattered.) Anyway, dream skip and I'm in bed with a stranger. This isn't strange somehow as in my dream this happens a lot. I always snuggle with my partner, but it is not sexual. It is just being close at night. I kiss her on the forehead and she tells me she doesn't want me to kiss her, so I apologize and roll over. Her body was still touching me, so I try to scoot over. I tell her that I am at the edge and can't move over anymore. -- I'm at my first girlfriends house and she is telling me something. Her dress comes up a little and she exposes herself a little. I look at her in the eye, but enjoy her accidentally flashing me.