Short Stories with Tragic Endings

There is some PlayStation game that I am playing and I am remembering watching my
brother play it. I forget what game it is. I get to a point where I had stopped watching him
and I go through this entire part until I get to the part where I came back in and continued.
I'm not sure if this memory is real or if it is a footprint.
I am at a circular bazaar type place and there are men in black suits looking for me. I go
around the bazaar and see this lady selling some music stuff. I ask her if she has a Clarinet
or Alto Saxophone mouthpiece. It had a name, something not real, which I forget. I then talk
to another lady and she gives me a valuable piece of information which I forget. I go around
the circular bazaar and up some steps off the side up to a fountain. There is a naked woman
there who walks toward me. I hug her and find myself naked as well and start... you know.
The dream snaps to my room at home. The woman is still there. Then she disappears and I
am fully clothed and forget about her. A bunch of other people are in my room with me, my
brother and some girl I do not know. We are planning something to do with the information
that lady had given me. I get a phone call from my crush and she tells me to meet her. The
dream snaps to a road in the woods with some gravel offshoots to what looks like a park or
something. I see my crush and she tells me that the lady who gave me the information was
taken by the men who were looking for me. The dream ends.

One of my strangest ever
I was kind of hesitant to write the explicit part in my dream journal...

I am in a convenience store looking around and I see all the isles, I see chips and candy.
I get to the refrigerated isle and I see milk and ice cream, etc... I am still cautiously keeping
an eye out for the people who were chasing me in the last dream. I can hear a radio playing
on the store's speakers in the background. It is an interview. I go up to the corner of the store
and there is a bar there. My dad is standing there along with one of my instructors from
marching band. The instructor has some sort of blue gel that he is rubbing on these sores he
has. As he rubs in the gel it turns a white soapy color, kind of like vicks vapor rub. He complains
about the sores getting worse. I hear a song on the radio and say thats ( I don't remember )
by From Autumn to Ashes. There is more talking on the radio then I hear Long To Go by the
same group. I say "Thats Long To Go by From Autumn To Ashes". I then realize that the radio
is playing a documentary on the group which is pretty interesting. The dream ends.

Interesting backstory or this dream. Every night, I get my shower, dress in my clothes for
the next day and go to bed in those clothes. From Autumn To Ashes ( FATA ) is one of my favorite
bands and I have a t-shirt of them. It is that t-shirt that I decided to wear for the next day.

This dream scared me a little.
I am in the entryway to a building. The entryway looks quite similar to that of the music
building at my university but the rest of it is like some convenience store. I am holding one
of those Nesquick chocolate milk mix containers and it is filled with homemade nitroglycerin.
I think that came from watching Fight Club two nights ago...
Anyway, I set the container down on a bench-like part of the wall that juts out near the floor.
There are some subtle electronics on the top of the lid. I leave, lapse in memory, and come back.
I notice the container is gone. I make another one and think "It should have clued me in when the
building was still here". Suddenly I see a couple people and I hide. I try to avoid them while setting
the other container. I get ready to leave and they spot me. They start chasing me and I run. The
dream snaps to my best friend's driveway. The people are still there but further off. My best friends
sister comes up from behind and says we need to get out of here. She pulls up an ATV and we ride
away on a trail. The dream ends.

I am in some sort of store that sells video games. I look at a shelf and there are
all the major systems. I look through these for a while and run into my friend Kyle.
I say hi and suddenly a bunch of other kids our age start throwing rubber balls at us
and we start playing dodgeball. After a short game, the dream snaps to my yard by
our shed. Kyle is still with me and my Dad is there as well. I look up into the woods
and see an Antman from Dungeon Master Java.

I look down on the ground and see its spiked club. I pick it up and throw it at the
monster. The dream ends before it hits.