Then, I was on the deck of an apartment building that had a view of Brittany's apartment but she couldn't see me. In the reflection of the glass siding, I could see her and Heather talking but I saw a menacing-looking old man - he was maybe about 65-year-old, although he could have been younger and just haggard-looking - approaching them. I wanted to call out to them to warn them, but they turned around and saw him then embraced him - I guessed that he was family.
I proceeded to think about how pretty both of them are and got excited, so I went home to have some "alone time" but found Amy waiting for me, asking me where my luggage for our trip to Israel was. I told her I had to pack my Nintendo 64 and all the games, then I would be ready. We were in some sort of student union type of building then, walking around an enormous entertainment system that had three LCD TVs mounted together around a column, with all sorts of video games attached to them. I had to untangle the wires of my N64 console, the controllers, and grab all the games. We noticed that the concert going on in another area of the building - Chicago - was just ending so I told Amy to meet me outside to avoid the rush of people, that I would be right out. She left and I scrambled to find all my cartridges. I finally stuffed all the games into a tray holder and was about to leave when I realized that I needed the AC cord and the AV cord, so I had to backtrack to pull those out of one of the TVs. Then I realized I was holding a yellow controller, not a red one, so I had to find my red one in addition to the gray SuperPad64 controller (those are the types I have in real life). FINALLY I had everything of mine and as I turned to leave, I bumped into the older man from Brittany's porch. He freaked the heck out of me and I sprinted outside, past W.G. from work and his girlfriend, who were dancing to Chicago's finale of "25 or 6 to 4**." As soon as the concert finished, there was a mad rush to the front and Kings of Leon's "Sex on Fire" came on over the speakers as the lights were turned up.
I got outside and down the front steps of the building after what seemed like forever and the crowd had very quickly dispersed but Amy was nowhere in sight. I saw Melissa, though, and jogged over to her. She was talking to an extremely cute guy who I know I've met before in real life but can't place him - and also didn't know he knew Melissa - and I asked her to dial Amy's number from my Blackberry because I just couldn't hit the right keys to do so with all my N64 gear in my hands. I was looking for Amy in her mom's old green car that she had in real life, but there was a carpool line so as I waited, I talked to the cute guy. Melissa had walked a few feet away to talk to some other mutual friend of ours, and she was still calling Amy from my Blackberry but not getting any answer.
*The actress' name in real life is Heather Morris, so maybe that's why a Heather that I know appeared? Also, I now can't stop watching Heather Morris perform "Single Ladies" w/Beyonce, whom she danced with for a while before she got the acting gig on Glee.
**I had a playlist of cover songs*** on my iTunes when I fell asleep, and I immediately turned it off once I woke up so that I could type this dream as much as possible as quickly as possible before it disappeared from memory. Three songs ago, was Local H's cover of "25 or 6 to 4." The link is to the live version, but I have the studio version, just couldn't find a link to it online.
***It's kind of cool to fall asleep with a playlist on because I can calculate just how long I was asleep, using a time calculator. I was asleep for a total of 1:14:54, but "25 or 6 to 4" appeared in my dream after 1:01:22. So, I was asleep for another 0:13:32 after Local H penetrated my dream, until I woke up to the Scissor Sisters' cover of "Comfortably Numb," which is two songs after Local H; I only vaguely recall hearing that song though because I didn't fully awaken until Hall and Oates' version of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling." That's the song I paused to type this dream.

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