Boyfriend breaks up with me; family issues

I was talking with Boyfriend and he was trying to talk about something serious, but there were lots of people around us - we must have been in a public place. Finally, he pulls me aside and tells me that he is breaking up with me because I'm not worth all the stress he has in regard to staying with me. It's "too hard" for him to stay with me, even though he loves me and knows that I love him, so he breaks up with me... but also tells me that he will stick around for a while to make sure that I am okay. I think he was planning on moving somewhere far away but decided to stay for a few weeks after we broke up. Obviously, I was devastated, to the point where I couldn't stop crying for days on end.

Suddenly, it was about two weeks later and I was on some sort of college campus or little village with a brick walkway and I was helping my grandmother find my cousin. She was supposed to pick him up to go somehwere but for some reason she couldn't, so she called me and asked me to pick him up instead. She gave me the directions to his camp, but it wasn't the summer camp that most peple went to, it was a "safe house" because he was gay. My grandmother was obviously uncomfortable even telling me that my cousin was gay, but she insisted that it was vital that I pick him up and bring him to her. As I was on my way - on my bicycle - I ran into some people from work and took a quick detour to grab a drink with them. We went to a bar that was bicycle friendly and, in fact, people were bringing in bikes that they were going to put up for sale on the back patio. I saw this bright pink cruiser and I immediately knew it would be mine. I watched as its current owner wheeled it by me in the bar and I followed the owner outside so I could buy it... but I realized I would need my work badge to get back into the bar's back door after I bought the bike. As I fumbled in my purse fo rmy badge, this other person - someone from work that I don't know very well; she just started here - was outside talking to the owner and pointing to the MY pink bike. I ran outside and interrupted their conversation, whipped out some cash and bought the bike on the spot. I gave the other girl from work a smug look as I wheeld the bike outside and contiued on to the "safe house" to find my cousin.

As I rode towards the address my grandmother had given me, I started to think about Boyfriend and got really upset and sad because I missed him so much. I began to resent the fact that he didn't fight for me the way that I had fought for him, and then I started to cry again. I was crying as I rode through the little town on the brick walkways and past the red brick buildings, but I stopped when a saw aa little blonde boy sitting in a plaza by himself. As I wheeled my bike twoards him, I realized that he was crying. When I asked him why, he said he was lost and coudln't find his mommy or daddy. He leaned back against the tree that he was sitting next to - the tree was planted in the middle of the plaza and surrounded by a brick well, on which he was sitting - when his dad, who was wearing orange crocs, ran up to him and grabbed him into a huge hug. He thanked me profusely for finding his kid - even though I insisted that I hadn't done anything at all - and they walked away. The dad was carrying his kid so that the kid was looked at me as they walked away, and the little boy, eyes still red and blurry from crying, waved at me.

Two dreams having to do with fires/explosives and school

Two nights ago, I dreamt that I was involved in some sort of spy operation but it was a double-blind - I didn't know that I was involved. Uma Thurman and David Carradine were there, they were the masterminds behind the whole operation. It involved some sort of plot to destroy an evil organization that was housed inside of my high school, even though the building that was my "high school" looked totally different than what my actual school looks like. At the end, there was a big explosion.

Last night I dreamt that I was at the school where Boyfriend teaches, but instead of Boyfriend being the teacher, it was my dad. It was a private school that was on the edge of the woods (oddly similar to my high school in real life) and the building was tall, rectangular and tan-colored. My Dad was teaching and I was a student. I had a lot of classes with some boy that I apparently had a crush on; he and I were at least friends because we always sat next to each other in class. We helped each other in the subjects that we struggled in, respectively. We were in study hall and a few older boys came in and sat down at our table and started talking to me, befriending me, but I was skeptical, naturally. After they left, my crush told me to ignore them, they obviously were only interested in "one thing" and I shouldn't give in to that, I was better than that. One of the older boys had seemed really genuine, though, and I coudln't stop thinking about him. All of a sudden, the fire alarm started going off in the school and all of us had to evacuate the building. There was more to this one, more plot advancement, but I can't remember now... I think it was that I coudln't find my dad and was convinced that he was stuck somewhere inside the school so of course I started freaking out and tried to go back inside to find him, but there was something blocking my way, so I started to get hysterical.

Current events, shaken not stirred

I was in a park that looked a lot like the gold discovery site in Coloma, Calif. The softball team that I coach was there, and they were annoying me quite a bit by making immature jokes. We were waiting for someone to come pick us up and take us to the airport (presumably we'd just finished playing in a tournament).

An airport employee came up to me then (not sure why an airport employee was at the park instead of being at the airport) and handed me a credit card bill, as if she was delivering a telegram. I tore open the envelope and balked as I saw that there was a charge for $108,000.00 dollars. Immediately, I freak out, wondering where in the world this charge came from. A light bulb went on in my head then, and I realized that someone must have stolen my identity.

I remembered that there had been a person standing uncomfortably close to me in line at Safeway the day before, and figured that they had snapped a photo of my credit card as I was holding it, waiting to pay for my food.

I reported it to LifeLock and breathed a sigh of relief because I knew that LifeLock would set everything straight.