The Nightly Dreamer

Dream 1: (1:45 AM)
I'm not really sure how it began, but i have false memories of this bitchy girl at the city library that keeps bothering me. I'm at my robotics and engineering class, and i'm stressed because i have to design a set of medieval armor boots. Unable to do my research because of the bitch at the library, I decide to go confront her. I walk up behind her and slap her on the back of the neck. She's talking to my PE coach, but turns around. I realize that she's not the girl i wanted to confront. In fact, he's a guy. He asks me if I want to fight, and i reluctantly agree. As i'm about to throw the first punch, the librarian shouts: "Hey, No fighting! Get the fuck out of here!" On my way out, i look up and see a large banner. My friend, who is suddenly right next to me, tells me that he made the photos on the banner. I say something in approval. Suddenly, the scene shifts to me walking towards my PE coach on the school field. He asks me about the fight. I mutter something about "How the fuck am i at your class on a Saturday?!" He insults me. The scene shifts again. I'm now in a large queue. I start giving a prepared speech to him about how he's an asshole.He vanishes in the middle of the speech. The scene cuts to me presenting my armor boots. I fail the project.

Dream 2: (3:45 AM)
I don't know how, but i am somehow on a white sandy beach with considerable amounts of oil slick. Across from the ocean is some high white cliffs, meaning i'm trapped. Suddenly, a latin priest who's face is obscured by the sunlight says to me, "That's a lot of oil. I wonder what you were thinking about before falling asleep that there's all this gunk on the beach." I ask if i'm dreaming. He says yes. I ask him what his name is. He says that his name is father Mendoza. I ask if he's my dreamguide. he says that he's one of them. he asks if i want a tortilla. i say yes. He throws one to me, but it lands in the oil slick. He throws another, and this time I catch it. We have a philosophical talk about the meaning of life. I suddenly realize i'm standing in a puddle of hot sauce. I ask him how i can get off the beach, and he shows me a hidden stone door in the cliffside. Before i open it, he warns me that he will vanish once i go through, and asks if there's anything else i want to ask him. I say no, and go through the door to find myself in shanghai. The dream cuts to the computer screen of a hacker as he does something to the dream-code for my home city. The dream then cuts to a view of a small, black, wind-up device that turns itself on in my backyard. The dream cuts again. I have this weird rube goldberg-esque device in my room that goes off 15 minutes early. My mom is audibly confused. Her laptop has been hacked. As i help her fix her laptop, my grandmother informs us that her right ear has stopped working. I have a strange sense of foreboding.