I should stop watching The Following right before bed

I was in Detroit and was supposed to see this woman about a gang-related sting operation, but her brother found me and threatened to hurt me if I hurt his sister. He threw his forearm across my neck and pushed me against the brick wall of the building we were standing next to, and I assured him I wasn't going to hurt her so he let me go. Terrified, I immediately walked to the nearby police station and walked upstairs to find some officers to report this guy to. I found two female cops who had a puppy w/them in their office because they were going to be training it to be a police dog, but I wasn't sure I wanted to report this to the police for some reason so I turned around and started to go back down the staircase, but the brother was there. I didn't realized he'd followed me so I was really surprised. He asked, "Having second thoughts?" and grinned a creepy grin at me which immediately convinced me that I needed to report him, even if it compromised what I was supposed to talk to his sister about in the first place. So, I went up to the cops with the puppy and told them that there was a guy who was "casing me." They started to ask all sorts of questions about him, but he walked into the hallway and gunned down two cops outside of the office we were in and the cops with me radioed to other cops in the station to get their asses up there. Just as he walked past the office doorway that we were in and was about to turn the gun on us, more cops appeared in the hallway and shot him in the back of the head. All of a sudden, I was walking in the parking lot to my car and was on the phone with my mother, explaining to her what happened - without much detail, so she wouldn't get too worried about the work I was doing - and got into my car, which was parked at the end of the lot. Then, I had an overhead view of decimated areas of Detroit and wondered why anyone would want to live there.

Time traveling cab and the commish

I needed to take a taxi ride from somewhere in the high 70s on Park heading to Madison to a university library. I hailed the cab but when I went to get in, it was a Delorean and it took me a second to figure that out; the cabbie started to drive away but I yelled at him to stop and he rushed me in asking if I was planning on getting in the cab this century. There was an odd pause (it was a time machine, see?) and wasn't sure where the library was but told the cabbie that I would know it when we got close. He begins driving down Park Ave. and then he morphs from a normal cabbie in the city to Ed Harris in looks, but he told me his name was Roger Goodell. As we're driving down Park, the road turns into more of a campus road, weaving between buildings, and I am texting E.M., a former coworker from S.A. to find out exactly where the library is. He texts back one word: "Horsemen." I know I've told the cabbie the wrong location so I redirect him to the undergraduate library, which has statues of men riding horseback in front, and as he turns the cab around to park while facing the direction that he will need to go after I'm out of his cab, he starts explaining that he's just a regular guy even though he's Roger Goodell. I have pulled out my wallet and I told him I have an $11 bill, but when I pull it out from my wallet, I correct myself and tell him it's actually a $15 bill that I got as a novelty, but it's real money. I pay him in cash - but not w/my coveted $15 bill - and I hope out of the cab and run over to the library entrance.

Three parts of cities, aliens and art

1.) From a camera view: fireworks were being set off above the shop that I worked at in New York City for some sort of celebration. A few minutes before they were supposed to go off, I walked out the front door, which was in the middle of the block on the northeast side, underneath the scaffolding that partially blocked the entrance, to see who had started to gather to watch the show. The view switched to first-person at this point, and the first set of fireworks were shot up into the air directly above our heads. I remember thinking how dangerous it seemed that the fireworks were so close to us when they were erupting, and right at that moment, a dud firework dropped into the hands of one of the people in my group. He caught the silver ball and I ran around the corner, thinking it was going to explode, then the view switched back to camera view so I "saw" him laugh as he tossed the firework into the street and nothing happened. I was around the northeast corner of the block now, and I ran into K.H. from work, who was climbing two ropes up the side of the building, to the fire escape, and into a window that looked like someone's apartment. He knew the person, but it still seemed strange; I followed him up and peered into the window, but saw that he had left the room so I hurried back down to ground level and met him as he came out of the door to the apartment on the corner. He didn't see me for some reason, so he turned left to go toward the shop I worked in. The door to the apartment morphed into a door that also led into my shop, so I opened it and grabbed a cat hair brush, got on my hands and knees, and began to collect the cat hair that had accumulated in front of the entryway to my shop.

2.) As I typed the first dream, the second one disappeared completely from my memory. However, as soon as I typed "young girl" in the third dream description, this one came back to me:

Kevin Costner and I were in a movie together, but to me it seemed like real life. We had been living in an alternate reality in which we were some of the last remaining people on earth because there had been alien attacks. Some time in the past, Kevin Costner had stolen an alien aircraft and during the course of that adventure, he figured out what we needed to do to stay alive. So, he had encrusted the alien's aircraft into marble and turned it into a statue in the grassy area in front of the Philadelphia art museum. We somehow had a girl that wasn't biologically ours, but we both called "our daughter." She was happy to be with us, I think because her family had been killed by the aliens. It's unclear how she came to be with us, but what is clear is that we all loved one another. I had my hair cut very short, and I was putting it up into two pigtails as we sat by the statue of the alien ship. Another ship came down from the sky and hovered in front of our statue as the three of us watched in horror. The ship scanned the statue with a blue light that came out of the front of it, then the alien made some sort of noise and flew off. We were terrified that the the alien was going to bring more of his comrades back to capture us based on the fact that we'd put up one of their aircrafts as a statue.

3.) I was shopping at the Gap because I had been told by a stewardess that there was a really good sale happening there today. I had flown to Buffalo for some reason, and I had some time to kill. Then, I received a phone call from someone named Michael with the last name along the lines of Mancuso (but I'm not entirely certain that that's it) while I was leaving the store through a revolving door. I answered it excitedly, but no one was on the other line, or so I thought. I looked to the southeast corner because a young guy in a short-sleeved, lime green button-down shirt had caught my eye. He said "This isn't Michael," as I heard the same line through the phone, and I watched as he dropped the BlackBerry into the wire trash can. I pulled the phone away from my ear as the guy hustled off and disappeared, then called Michael's home phone number. He picked up and I told him what had happened. He said he wasn't really at home, he had had his home phone calls forwarded elsewhere, and then he asked me how I was doing. I hesitated to go into a conversation with him that involved anything other than me checking up on him because he is married and I didn't want to open any sort of situation that was inappropriate. However, Michael was friendly enough on the phone so I continued chatting with him about nothing of importance as I walked to the Museum of Natural History (in New York). I walked inside to get away from the street noise so that I could hear our conversation better, and I sat down on the marble stairs, leaning to my right side. I asked Michael how that guy had gotten his hands on his BlackBerry, and Michael told me that he had been an idiot when the kid came speeding up next to him at a red light. Michael asked the kid where he was going and the kid told him that he was late to the Sabres game, and could he please borrow Michael's cell phone. Michael, being the seemingly nice guy that he is, gave the kid his phone and the kid sped away. I had asked Michael another question but he didn't answer, so I called his name a few more times before hanging up, assuming our connection just dropped. He appeared in front of me seemingly out of nowhere and I asked him how he knew which museum I was sitting in. He said he'd taken a wild guess. I stood up and gave him a quick hug, told him it was good to see him, even though I was upset that he hadn't mentioned that he was married on the flight we met on earlier. He grumbled some sort of unintelligible response and I let it go as we walked to the food court to get lunch. The line was terribly long so we slipped through some barrier to go downstairs to the express food station, but a young girl followed us through the divider. I stayed upstairs after telling Michael what I wanted to eat but he went downstairs and sat at the base to peruse the menu while facing me. The young girl had delayed walking down the stairs for some reason, then out of the blue, she heaved a cabinet on wheels that was next to us down the stairs, toward Michael. I was paralyzed with fear and wondered why he didn't see or hear the huge cabinet crashing down the stairs toward him, but then the cabinet whizzed by him and crashed into the wall to his right. I breathed a huge sigh of relief but then everyone in the seating area downstairs slowly turned to look up to see how the cabinet had been sent down. The young girl who had pushed it had followed the cabinet downstairs and was pretending like she had been there the whole time, leaving me standing there looking terrified, so I bolted to my left to talk to the maitre'd at the podium, and explained that I hadn't been the one to do that. I pointed out the young girl to him, told him it was the girl with the white hair elastic holding her hair up, and miraculously he believed me and called security. Michael came upstairs then, oblivious to everything that had just transpired, and informed me that he put in an order for a loaded cheese steak that we would split.

A big life change

I had received some kind of award from my youngest cousin's high school so I was at the ceremony where they were presenting me with two plaques. I went to the balcony at the back of the auditorium and saw a friend polishing the plaques, and I told this person I needed to talk to them about something important: I had decided that I was tired of being a man trapped in a woman's body so I was going to transition to being a man. My friend looked at me in shock not because I was feeling this way but rather because I was going to go through with the transition. People were starting to fill the auditorium below us as we talked about the possible bumps in the road I could encounter on this journey but I asked for support and my friend willingly provided it.

I was back at my house, babysitting the kids I'd watched since they were babies; I was prepared for their parents to fire me when they got home, so I was nervous and distracted when the kids asked me to play basketball with them. We were outside, in a cul-de-sac (a different one than next to my house in real life), when some other neighbors came up to me and shook my hand, wishing me luck in my transition. I was stunned that they were so positive, but I was even more stunned as the crowd of people coming to me in support grew so large that there was no room for the kids to play basketball anymore. Finally their parents arrived, and I was pleasantly surprised that they offered their support, too. Finally, my parents arrived (they looked nothing like my parents do in real life) and put their arms around me. As a hush spread over the crowd, they began to thank everyone for showing such tremendous encouragement and support to me during this time.

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I have a big fat celebrity crush on Dave Grohl

Last night I had another dream about Dave Grohl from the Foo Fighters. I was helping the band put on a concert in a super small venue, and I had to set up all the electrical equipment for them to perform. Dave came over to me, shaking his floppy hair, and told me he was thinking about giving himself a hair cut before they took the stage. I was so star-struck - even though I knew him well since this wasn't the first show I'd helped them with - I just nodded and smiled at him. He laughed and winked at me, then walked back to where the rest of the band was setting up their instruments. I got back to work, but after a short period of time I noticed that fans had started arriving and were making a ton of noise, trying to get in to the standing room only venue. I went over to Dave to ask if they were ready to start letting people in; I had to walk through closed doors to get to him, though, and on the other side were fans that the band presumably had let in. I demanded to know why, and Dave - with a shaved head, now - explained that these fans had paid for VIP tickets and therefore were granted early admittance to the show. I hadn't known that that was an option, so I sighed in annoyance because I thought I should have; Dave smiled at me and said that everything was fine. I smiled back and he winked at me. Before I said or did anything stupid, I turned around and walked back to where the equipment was, passing a tall, cast iron sculpture of a long-eared bunny sitting on a wood cabinet by the doors.

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Exbf makes an appearance mixed w/college friends he has never met in real life

I was hanging out with Judy when she told me she had to tell me something: Nic and S.P. Had gotten engaged. I was surprised, I knew it was going to happen fairly soon, but that didn't mean that I was happy to hear it. I tried to ask Judy for details without letting on that I was sad about her news, but, as one of my closest friends she of course could tell that I was less than pleased.

I asked if S.P. had given her details about how Nic proposed, what the ring looked like, etc. She said that when S.P. visited recently (with A.M.), she had tried to be calm about the engagement because she hadn't wanted to gloat, but Judy could tell that she had wanted to do just that. I told Judy that I was happy for Nic and S.P., but also that she was the last person I'd expected him to end up with becase they are so very different. I didn't think she could handle his past nor did I think that he could handle her air head tendencies (although she actually is very smart).

Suddenly, we were running on a lake's beach toward some of our other friends and I was hesitant at first because there were long rows of raised pebble piles and I had a cut on the bottom of my foot, but I decided just to go for it and ran after Judy. these boys were playing football near us and they tossed the ball with us for a while, as I continued to tell Judy how wrong Nic and S.P. were for each other.

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Marriages, morphing cats, and more

There was a guy named Mark with curly long-ish hait, at least long enough for me to run my fingers through at the back of his neck. Apparently we had just gotten married, and we were on a family vacation of sorts - we were at some cabin-like place and some of my former summer softball teammates were there. I woke up in the morning and Mark came over to me on the couch and kissed me, and told me how happy he was that we'd gotten married. He was being so sweet - dancing me around the room, singing, laughing, telling me how even though we'd gotten married quickly he was happy he's found someone as beautiful as me. We both were Jewish, too, so that solidified things for him, he'd said. But the he had to go though - he had errands to run and then he had to go to his office for a little bit, even though it was a Saturday.

One of my cats bolted outside, but I was able to chase her, grab her and the bright pink socks and bra that somehoe were stuck on her, and bring her back inside. She morphed into a 10-year-old child that apparently I was supposed to be watching. The girl just wanted to be outside because everyone else was, but I wouldn't let her because as a cat, I hadn't gotten her theast series of shots she needed for it to be safe for her to play outside, but I didn't want to tell her that it was my fault. My brother was outside washing three of my family's cars at the top of our driveway and I was supposed to be helping but I had to watch the girl because she kept trying to sneak out through the garage. She even tried to slither up the driveway like a snake; that's when I lost it and grabbed her and forced her all the way inside, not just in the garage. She started to throw a fit, but she opened all three garage doors before she stormed upstairs because my brother eas done washing cars and my parents drove them down into the garage bays.

L.A., who is from my town but I'm not really friends with in real life, appeared and asked why I was so upset, so I told her about the cat/girl. L.A. sympathized with me and gave me some helpful hints, then we went inside and upstairs together because we had to get ready for an important dinner. I took off my sneakers and walked upstairs, hoping that I could be quiet enough so that the cat/girl wouldn't hear me, but I walked into the open area at the top of the steps to find her and her younger sister doing homework on their computers. I smiled and turned left to go into my room; L.A. was done getting dressed so I chaned into a light gray pencil skirt, pink tank top, black shirt and overcoat. Judi was there, too, and I had a flashback to looking at a photo of her family that she posted online - in it, Judi had Photoshopped herself out and at the time, I didn't know why. L.A. then started asking Judi about her wedding and I freaked out because I was upset that she'd gotten married and hadn't invited me or even told me about it.

L.A. was wearing neon green and white stilletos and finally we all sat down as the house started to rumble and prepare for takeoff.

There was more to this, including time spent in my neighbors' house, and some of the neighborhood kids all grown up, but I can't remember now.
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