nithaiah

As with the night before, I don't remember much of the earliest dream of the night. In fact, I only remember that I had a dream, because I woke up after it and attempted to make myself remember what it was.

I don't remember the start of the second dream, either, but my memories of it start about halfway through. I was with my friend Kellee and it was night in a city, I think it was the same city from the dreams from Friday. We were either working or at school together, even though it was night, and we had decided to take a break. We were jaywalking. We had made it to the middle of the street, but traffic was pretty thick and was blocking us from crossing the rest of the way. A group of five or six girls showed up though, and crossed anyway, so we crossed with them as it was unlikely that any of the people in traffic would risk harming so many people. We went to McDonalds, but it wasn't a full service McDonalds, it only had a few menu items, kind of like a mall McDonalds. We ordered milk shakes. My friend Ashton who works at McDonalds in real life was the manager there and we talked a little, though I don't remember what about. I think the dream went on from there a little, but I don't remember what happened. I woke up for a few minutes after this dream for no reason I know of.

The third one was mostly about fighting demons who were taking possession of people who could conceivably bring about the mass destruction of the human race, through plague or nuclear war, and I was part of a team of people who went around tracking them down and trying to thwart their master plan. One of our lookouts alerted us to a potential demoniac scientist at a bioengineering laboratory, so we went to investigate. The scientist indeed turned out to be possessed, and we had a crazy fight with the demon. I had some kind of magical weapon I was testing out: a thick dark brass or light bronze club about a foot and a half long, very ornate, and with a thin but sharp spike coming out of either end. Even though the demon didn't like the club very much, I was not effective at wielding it. The demon escaped. Slightly later, in kind of a "scene" I wasn't in, it was revealed that our lookout's girlfriend was possessed and the lookout knew, but didn't know what to do about it. I briefly woke up after this dream when my boyfriend got out of bed.

The next dream was at my boyfriend's parents' farm, only the farm was much bigger and they didn't only raise fish and turkeys, but also had crops. There was a creek that crossed the farm instead of just a pond out beside the houses. A bunch of my friends worked there, and a few of my enemies. There was some task boyfriend's dad wanted me to do with one of my Shannon friends (the proud geek) and we went off to do it. We encountered this one crazy chick who I don't know, but who seemed pretty awful, and she was being weird and talking about aliens. We did the task, whatever it was, and then I had to go to a doctor for my fibromyalgia. The doctors found that it was caused by these tiny little cysts in my body rupturing and releasing a small amount of an unknown toxin. They prescribed me a bunch of herbal medicines as well as two different types of pills, and I went back to the farm. Then I woke up for the day.

The first dream I remember only vaguely. Wherever it took place was very run-down and slummish, almost post-apocalyptically so. My dad may have been in it, though I am not sure. I remember a run-down house with a sun room filled up with junk. It transitioned into the second dream relatively seamlessly, as I was looking for a person from the first dream during the second one. I suspected that, as he was homeless, he had been sent to jail again, as that was apparently common. Nobody knew where he'd gone, though. My boyfriend was in this dream. I bought a Russian car with somebody's name carved into the cloth in the back seat, and I asked him if it was a good deal before I bought it. I drove to a convenience store in which the clerk had gone nuts and trashed the place and tried blaming it on a black customer. It was a disturbing scene, and I left without buying anything. I smoked, which was wonderful because I miss smoking, and it was nice to have a cigarette. I remember that it was a city where I've been in my dreams before, about equivalent to a really ghetto-fied Houston with a lot fewer people in it. Then my boyfriend challenged me to a race on the open highway in his Mustang, which I lost but not by as much as I'd have expected from my early '90s Soviet car.

The third dream was entirely separate from the other two. I was in a Target shopping for pants. I found several pairs of pants I liked, but I sat them down to look at scarves and the replenishment guy, who turned out to be my ex-coworker Dustin, picked them up and put them back in their correct places, which was bad because I had no idea which brand they were as I'd found them in the wrong place to begin with. Dustin helped me look for them, but we didn't find them. He seemed to feel bad about it, so I hugged him and told him it was cool and I appreciated that he'd tried to help me and that it was good seeing him outside of Pizza Hut. Also, the clothes had really weird brand names, like Jurassic Park and Coconut Rum and Crackrock Bay.

Then I woke up and dozed a few times and tried to get back into the shopping dream, but to no avail.