Mydera

Dream One: Dreamed of playing Mario Kart Wii with my little boy again. This time I was playing as Rosalina, the princess we had just unlocked yesterday through Super Mario Sunshine. There's a pattern here, my first dream of the night is usually about whatever I did before bed, lol.

Dream Two: The dream starts off with me sitting at home, knowing I was supposed to meet a friend so our kids could play. Problem is, this friend and I have been on the outs so I am really nervous, and want to cancel. Thankfully, there's no drama in dreams, at least not for me. My friend, Chas, shows up before i can call and cancel on her. I start to say the kids aren't feeling well, and she says that's ok, she left her daughter with a babysitter and just wants to hang out. She tells me to leave the kids with my husband, and We're going to go to a concert. I'm really uneasy about it, but I agree just because I feel guilty for being the one who stopped talking to her. I climb in her car and do a double take because the truth is my friend doesn't drive in waking life! But I don't over analyze it in my dream, so I don't realize once again that I am dreaming. We drive to a big building that I can only guess was a mall, the details are fuzzy because I had this dream about 4 hours before I woke up for the morning! We go inside, and there's a large lobby area with lots of young adults and teens, some looking as young as 14/15is and others looking as old as 27/28ish. They're all lounging around on the floor on giant pillows and in bean bag chairs. There are also blankets and things lying around, like they had been camping out there for a while, maybe even over night. We see an empty couch and start to go sit on it, but then my friend gets a text from some guy asking her to bring him his guitar strap. She texts him back saying she has the strap in her purse and she's already at the concert location, so he could find her when he got there, she'd probably be in the baby department. Then, instead of sitting down, she asks if I'd mind going to the baby department to look around with her. I agree, and say that'd be fun. We head to the baby department, but are only there for a moment before she gets another text. She says she needs to go meet the guy she's supposed to give the guitar strap to, and pulls the strap out. I note that it's black and red plaid. I Start to follow her, and we go down a set of stairs into another lobby, this time there are only two guys lounging in the lobby. I feel something hit my foot as I step down the stairs. I bend over to pick it up, and it's a copy of the newest Blue Exorcist Manga. I ask the guys lounging in the lobby if this is their copy or if it fell out of my bag, and one of the guys reaches in his oversized pocket and pulls out a copy of the same Manga. He says, "I got mine right here, so it must be yours. Good choice!" Then he makes a silly clicking sound and winks at me. I roll my eyes, but then notice Chas has left without me and I'm alone. I decide to back track to the first lobby and wait for her there because I think that's where the concert is supposed to be. I get there, and she's already waiting on me. She says she can't stay for the concert after all, but she'll take me home. We get back into her car, and once again I think, wait, she can't drive! That's when I woke up.

Dream Three: The third dream starts out in the toy store with my husband and kids. We're looking at bikes. I decide that since the kids are being good riding in the buggy, and Bikes are really more of my husbands interest, I'll go look at something else. I start walking towards the girly toys, when I overhear loud talking. I stop in an aisle and pick up a toy pretending to read the box and listen to the conversation. One woman is talking to another woman. The first woman says, "There's nothing physically wrong with this kid. We should let him go, he'll probably find his parents on his own." The second woman says, "He's got to be sick, look at his eyes! If we just let him wander off to find his parents he'll get the other kids in the store sick." the first woman says, "If he's sick, we're at risk of catching it by being near him. He's probably just one of those mentally challenged kids escaped from his teacher. I'm sure she's right around the corner and He'll stop thrashing about if we let him go and stop scaring him by keeping him trapped." The second woman sighs, and then agrees to just let the kid wander around the store on his own. I hear a clinking sound like a cage opening, then the women scream and start running. Scared by the scream, my first thought is to get my family out of the store because something bad is about to happen. I start walking quickly, almost running towards the bike section, but then out of no where this kid looking like a zombie steps out. I gasp because his eyes look white and cloudy, and he's even reaching out in front of him like a zombie would, moaning. I think oh crap, that one lady was right, this kid is sick, he's got the zombie virus! I start to run, and the zombie kid follows me, also running. I think to myself I didn't think zombies could run, but maybe because kids are so full of energy zombie kids can. Then I think that if I keep going this way the zombie will not only get me, but also my husband and kids. i stop running, and turn to leave the store. The zombie grabs me, but it doesn't try to bite me or anything, instead it just grabs my legs like my kids do when they're scared. I wonder to myself if this kid really is a zombie, because he's not trying to eat me, and his skin looks too normal to be a zombie. Then I have this sudden memory of a man named Luke who is a lycanthrope (yes, my dreams create memories, lol) and I decide that if anyone would know what this kid is and how to help him, Luke would. I reach down and pick the kid up, and he's incredibly light. I carry him out of the store, and turn left. I remember walking across the parking lot, but I know I must have walked farther because the scenery changed so fast. I'm standing in front of these two small cottage looking buildings, but they're probably each the size of a storage building. They have green siding and white lattice work. I walk up to the glass door that's broken into many different squares, but my hands are full carrying this kid, so I can't open the door. Instead I balance on one foot and kick the bottom of the door lightly. A tall tan guy with long dark hair and black clothes opens the door and steps aside. At this point I don't pay much attention to him because there's a desk in the center of the room, and sitting at that desk doing paper work of some kind is Luke. Luke is a short looking guy with thick, shaggy, dirty blond hair that covers his ears and keeps falling in his face. He looks up at me, and sort of shakes his head to get the hair away from his eyes and I see he has on a pair of reddish brown glasses as well. He says "Hello. What've you brought in today?" and I hand the kid over to him. I start to tell him what happened, but before I can finish the first syllable, the kid turns into a big fluffy white cat with matted fur. Luke grabs the cat by the scruff of the neck and moves it around a bit trying to get a good look at it, then he sets it on the desk, and proceeds to pet it while explaining to me, "This poor fellow has an unstable case of Lycanthropy. It can be fatal if contracted, but I think he's going to be ok. If he were to die, it would have been the first time he turned." I nod, but then the cat startles, and jumps off the desk and runs out the door I had forgotten to close. Worried that it would spread the unstable lycanthropy disease I chase after it out the door. I catch up to it, and pick it up, but it bites me and I drop it cursing in pain. It runs again. I make it to the street, and can't see it anywhere. I start crying, afraid that I'd fucked up royally. The dark haired man walks up behind me and puts a hand on my shoulder. Suddenly I remember his name is John. "It's ok, don't cry." he starts, "Luke wouldn't have wanted you to know, but that strain of lycanthropy is no longer contagious. It will only effect and possibly kill the first 1000 people in contact with it before the strain becomes so diluted that it can be destroyed by the bodies immune system." I look up at him through teary eyes and ask, "How many people have been in contact with it?" He moves the hand on my shoulder behind my back and pulls me into a side hug, "Luke estimates around 1,600. The last 600 people haven't even gotten sick or tired, there's nothing to worry about. You will be fine, and so will anyone else who comes in contact with it." I wipe my tears, relieved. Then I realize that if Luke and John knew so much about it, they had probably been aware of it before I even encountered it at the store. Before I can call them out on letting it hurt people without stopping it before the first thousand people caught it, I wake up.