PlayinGod

I am in a car with amma and appa driving. We are in traffic. We see many stranded cars including people with old looking cars that got burned. As we keep going we eventually see a bunch of people riding thier bikes in the opposite direction with out thier car insight. In the back we are blazing. Some kid approaches and I ask where they are coming from and how far thier car is. The kid tells us they have no destination. This is frustrating so I ask the kid a number of times. The kid is black btw (the whole family is) and is standing dangerouslu in the way of traffic. I tell the kid to move. He tries to opening our car door but is it's locked. He baits out the marijuana and we scable to hide the blunt roach. His dad comes over and says something about heaven, let him in. I unlock the door for a second and then lock it again and manage to keep them out. They say they had no destination and just packed up and started biking. It comes to my mind that they have been escaping something or have been struggling. I never find out.

I dont remember anything else. I wake up shortly after.

Haircut
I am at the mall ready to get a haircut. I want to get it from "the piano guys". I am in the town and see their stores. There was a small wait before they showed up to get a hair cut. In Tamil, some lady says to her kids, they've come, let's go, and she takes her child to get his haircut. I ask how much for a haircut. It's expensive, $50.99, but apparently 30% off is $30.99 WTF? I decide not too get my haircut from them. There are cheaper places around than them. But I decide to watch them cut hair to see how good they really are. One of the piano guys is talking about marital problems, really? these guys have marital problems? In the same shop there also worked some gay guys. The asked me if I was going to get a hair cut. I say probably not, maybe next week. But they convince to get one some how. The black gay guy had a Mohawk that was rounded, and more stylish than normal mohawks. I eventually decide to get a cut. The white gay guy puts some pinkish purple stuff around my neck. I wake up.

This dream was fairly vivid, and I had pretty good recall, but I did not go lucid.

Glick
I am in lecture and we are getting back our 432 essays. Everyone gets thiers back, and did pretty well. When he gets to mine, Glick holds it infront of the screen (he was giving it back on a screen?) and mentions my essay as pretty crappy. It had 22/100, or 22%. I was not happy, but Glick made it obvious that it was my essay. He goes on to seemingly taunt me, by saying Mad, Mad, [something I don't remember completely]. The whole class looks like they are wondering what the the hell he is doing. I eventually get angered and leave the class. I show up through a door where Glick is. He is there and something happens and I start to flip out. I flip over a table containing Glicks macbook, and I yell something. I don't remember much else.

This dream was written down 9 1/2 hours since I remembered. Details are fuzzy and recall may not have been great.