FryingMan

It felt like a long night of dreaming, I came away with two solid dreams

+ I'm trying to get with SG, we're starting to have suggestive conversations, but her relatives get in the way. At one point, I'm feeling her juicy girl-bits and she likes it but we want to get more serious, but can't. I'm on the back steps of my childhood home leading to the back yard, and I think ah well, if I can't get with SG, at least I can fly a bit and take off down to the back lawn. My family is on the lawn and my (mother?) chastises me for flying, saying "you know how that bothers us." There is a big white ceramic sink there, and I notice a small bit of hair sticking out of a drain. I grab a set of needlenose pliers and start to pull it out. A nasty dirty chunk of the sink hair comes out. Then I see another portion, and I also start puling it out. This is a long piece that goes on for a while I keep reeling it in, finally it ends. I feel a bit embarrassed about doing this. My sister is nearby and she (says?) that this is probably her hair.

+ (f) some club activity regarding books?

+ (f) some overhead view of a building and people leaving it wearing odd clothes (?)

+ (f) driving up the snow-covered ramp on to a (battleship?). I'm concerned the car will not keep its traction, and even slide over the left side as we head to the left lane.

+ I'm in some building (indoors glass walled room? [dream sign]). There is some bomb thing on the floor? An automated turret? There is also a turret outside. The turret outside is remotely controlled by some enemy it turns out. This activates the bomb/turret inside. The turret can fire bullets, and it automatically tracks people. I walk bath and forth and the barrel of the gun on the turret tracks my movements.

The teams are arming for battle. I"m sitting at the top of a winding slide together with a man on the enemy team, it's like he's sitting on my lap. He is armed with some sort of (nuclear?) bomb and a big heavy pistol, which he's holding in his hand. I grab his hand holding the gun so he just can't shoot me when the "go" signal is given. I think and say that this battle is pointless, that so much life on each side will be pointlessly lost. I'm rethinking my participation. Some leader (female) calls us and we slide down, she's going to re-arrange the rules so that we're not fighting each other? The guy I was sitting with says he left the bomb stuff back up at the top of the slide.