Carabas

There's this woman who's a cop, kneeling in front of an old woman in a chair, and confessing something, but phrasing it like it's all hypothetical, referring to both herself and the old woman in the 3rd person, even though they both know who she's talking about. She gets to a point where she doesn't want to finish the story - the old woman said she admires her, and the cop thinks that will change if she finishes the story. She doesn't think the old woman will believe the rest of the story, and will think less of her for telling it. Still speaking as if this is all hypothetical, the old woman disagrees with her, and says that the cop should appreciate herself more. The old woman disappears, and where she'd been sitting, there's a lighter that the cop had lost in the desert, an old worn one with some stickers with words on them wrapped around it.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

The same cop DC, although this time she's a white woman. She's in the corner of a room, trying to be quiet and still and not attract attention. There's a chenoo who's moving around the room, picking up some of the mess it made while fighting something else. It's changed a little after the fight, so that she can make out the face of the old man it used to be. It notices her, greets her cheerfully, calls her Nikita. It says that now that it's eaten (the thing it was fighting), it isn't going to eat her, which it's happy about since she's been nice.

A cop who'd reported various odd cases passes a strange, monstrous-looking guy driving in the other direction.

There's a car crash. This werewolf kid had been running along the road, with a couple guys from school following behind him in a car, shouting at him and trying to catch up. This happens a lot - usually the guys in the car give up, he can run a lot faster than they can drive; and usually when they give up one of them sends him some insulting text message instead. But this time, as he was running, he passed that monstrous-looking guy the cop saw, this is someone he knows and someone who shouldn't be in town; and although he's lost sight of the guys from school, there's no insulting text message this time. He's worried. He turns around and heads back, and finds the car that the guys from school were driving has been run off the road into a field, flipped upside down.

A witch, the werewolf kid's mother, walks up to the car. One of the boys who'd been driving it is dead. The other one's been transformed into a fox. She picks up the fox and talks to him a bit, and tells him she isn't going to restore him.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm setting dreams out on a stall in two rows, they're things that look like something between a bubble and a crystal ball. I call to this guy I recognize, I call them unregulated dreams, or unprocessed, unauthorized, some word like that - the point is there's some official approval process dreams are supposed to go through before they can be sold legally, and these ones haven't been through that process. I say to him that I know he wants them for his store. He says something positive but looks conflicted, and he looks over to Rumpelstiltskin, the guy who brought me here and helped me set up the stall.