Dream from a few nights ago: Motorcycles, theft and men

I was at the Sirius studios visiting with a friend, but I hadn't told any of the guys I normally tell that I planned to be there. I ran into A.B. and he was surprised to see me but couldn't talk, then I ran into S.N. and he, too, was surprised to see me but was visibly upset that I hadn't thought to tell him. The mysterious friend that I apparently was visiting came back just then and took me to a different part of the studio as S.N. looked after me with a strange look on his face that I couldn't really identify.

I was walking along a country road to get to Nic's house when I saw a motorcyclist zoom across teh street in front of me, do a flip in the air, and land in a puddle. I thought the guy for sure was injured, but the puddle was so deep it had cushioned him, and he and his motorcycle rose to the top; the guy was fine, it was a stunt he was practicing for a performance.

Finally I arrived at Nic's house - which looked nothing like his house in real life - and he was haivng a BBQ in his backyard. I was walking from room to room, looking at the picture frames up on the walls, when he came inside, morphed into someone I did not recognize but knew that I knew, and took me into his parents' room. I asked him what he was doing and addressed him by whatever name of the person he'd morphed into, but instead of answering, he just closed the bay windows on the opposite side of the room so that George Clooney and Angelica Huston - his parents - couldn't see what we were doing in their room. We started clearing out the jewelry box, finding cash in boxes under the bed - we were robbing his parents, but then this guy told me that George Clooney and Angelica Huston actually weren't his parents, and therefore it was ok that we were doing this. Then, we starting kissing and things got a little out of hand when one of his friends walked in on us making out on the bed with jewlery strewn around us. The guy told his friend he'd be out in a minute and to just wait for him there, and the friend backed out of the room, staring at me with my button-down shirt wide open. The guy then threw all the jewelry and cash into a backpack and handed it to me as George Clooney and Angelica Huston walked into the room. They suspiciously eyed my backpack and asked their "son" what we were doing in their room; he told them we were just talking but we were leaving, and we walked out of the room. His "parents" didn't seem to notice that I was undressed. The guy and I were slowly, nonchalantly trying to make our way out of the house with our stolen goods before his "parents" noticed what was missing. We ran into several of his friends as we were leaving, and none o them seemed to noticed my state of undress, either - and for some reason, I didn't bother buttoning my shirt. It wasn't until an aunt of his was being dragged through the kitchen by two men in black suits and black sunglasses that something happened - she yelled, sadly, "But why are you naked?!" Everyone at the party stopped what they were doing to look at us, as if they'd all just realized that I was, in fact, half-naked. The two men dragged her against her will immediately stopped what they were doing, talked into their hidden microphones at their wrists, and the guy and I took off sprinting for his green motorcycle outside. George Clooney and Angelica Huston ran after us, but by the time they got outside, we were already wearing helmets and on the bike. The guy revved the engine and tore out of the driveway, leaving everyone behind us in the dust.

Dream from a few nights ago: My rotten subconscious

I was supposed to have Fla.-J over to my house to talk about things, and perhaps reconcile them, but I saw on his Facebook wall that some girl named Ashley wanted to know what time she was going to meet him for my party. I was furious that he'd not only told someone that I was having a party, but had invited some girl to join him.

There was some sort of event - a funeral maybe - that I knew he was going to be at but I had to go, too, because it involved a mutual friend of ours. I arrived and immediately found our friend, and walked her to a different room to ask if she really was ok, and we had to walk by Fla.-J to get there. He said my name and I turned to him, held up my hand, and said, "Don't! Just don't." I kept walking with our friend as Fla.-J looked stunned that I'd just told him off. He didn't know that I'd seen Ashley's message but I overheard a friend of his, who was standing next to him, tell him why I was angry.

I know there was more to this one, but I can't remember now.

Dream from last night: Temple, my house, college, and college town

I was at temple, sitting in the back row, which had floor-to-ceiling windows with thin tan curtains drawn directly behind us. A group of three or four women were sitting to my right and were talking through the entire service. I finally shushed them, rather rudely, and one of them turned to me as if to say, "What's your problem?" but before she could say a word, I asked them if they could please stop being so rude with their loud whispering, I, along with probably the majority of the rest of the people in attendance, wanted to hear the service. I continued by saying that if they didn't want to stop talking altogether, quieting their voices/whispers also would be appreciated. They didn't say anything but turned back to themselves and continued their conversation in more hushed whispers, but it still was distracting to me. Then, in a rush of movement ahead of me, several pews were vacated by those who were leaving early, so my dad and brother moved closer to the front and I followed suit. By the time I got to where they were, all the seats were taken, but there was a seat in front of them, where the pews, for some reason, were arranged perpendicular and facing to the left side of the room. I sat down, smoothed my skirt, and looked across the way, only to see D. Cohen there with his family. I hadn't known he was going to be in town for this service so I avoided catching his eye because truth be told I was a little upset that he hadn't let me know beforehand that he was coming home. He tried to get my attention but I pretended not to see him.

I was driving home, up my street, and coming out of my driveway and past me was a tan-colored Buick or some type of similar car. I didn't get a good look at the driver, but I thought it was someone I knew and didn't like. When I got to my driveway, I noticed that the front of our house had been painted - green, no less - and I couldn't figure out why. I parked and went to the front door, but realized that the front door had been covered by several boards that were nailed across the entire front entryway of my house. I started to freak out because I didn't know why this had happened, or who had done it, and I began pulling at the boards to get to the front door. The outermost board came off relatively easily, then the other boards, once dislodged, followed. In between the last board and the front door - which had remained intact and unscratched by the nails from the boards - was a dead body. It didn't scare me that there was a dead body; it rolled out when I pulled the boards forward and landed on its stomach, on top of the boards, with a knife in its back.

There was a scene here at college, but I can't remember any details at all.

I was in a little college town with shops, restaurants and street vendors milling about. Cars were allowed to drive through the area but they had to go so slowly because people were just walking into the streets to get around. I saw three children that I was supposed to be watching dart into the street without looking to see if any cars were coming, and then they went into a shop on the corner. I followed them, rounded them up, and lectured them on why it was important to look left, right, then left again before crossing the street, and they promised they would do so in the future, but I didn't believe that they would. I walked back across the street to where a friend of mine was waiting for me and lamented the fact that my job was pointless because these kids that I was supposed to look after just did whatever they wanted to these days. My friend agreed with me, then we went into a nearby store where we knew the owner. I put on a pair of my favorite jeans, but they had a hole on the left inner thigh where the seam had split. I asked my friend and a guy sitting in the store if it was really noticeable that there was a hole in my jeans, and the guy immediately responded yes while my friend took a minute longer to respond - also, "yes," - because she was checking herself out in the enormous mirror on the wall.

Coworkers, making out and weird bugs

I had returned to work in San Antonio after being on a short vacation, and the first thing I had to do was present a local student with an award. As someone else - her teacher, or someone - was talking about why she deserved the word, I stood next to the podium and read the award. There were several misspellings and other errors on the ward and I was shocked at how this could have been approved in my absence - clearly I was needed to look over things exactly like this. The person finished speaking and the girl - Lauren A. Glass was her name, even though the award listed her as Lauren AGlass - came up to receive her award. I handed it to her and helped her mitigate the few local reporters who wanted to ask her some questions. Then, I went to the back of the room to say hi to a coworker; I explained how bad the award looked because of all the errors and he just smiled and shook his head. A long table appeared in back and we went to sit at it to eat lunch with a bunch of our other coworkers. DL from high school apparently was a coworker, and she and I sat next to each other. I got a text message from KBK (also from high school and haven't heard from since then in real life) telling me that he worked at one of our rival schools in M'town and he heard from an intern that I was hooking up with another teacher there, he wanted to know if it was true. I was astonished - no one had known that said teacher and I had kissed - and simply replied "What?" This text message marked the second person to ask me about this situation, though, so I immediately texted the teacher and said "Have you been talking about us? Have you been telling people that we've kissed? If so, you need stop right now - people here are asking me about it!"

Suddenly, I was in the San Antonio office, at a desk on the opposite side from where I'd worked in real life. I was going through some emails before heading to the other side to say hi to a few other people, especially KK since she hadn't been at our lunch. An Outlook invite came across my screen for a weekly meeting, Noon-6 a.m., to see who could come up with the best appetizer dish. Everyone from my team was on the meeting - including the one person that was instrumental in my no longer working there in real life - and had already proffered what they would make. The invite came from a new admin assistant that had started while I'd been away, so I was going to send her an email asking about the time of the meeting as well as correcting some other spelling error, but then decided that it would be better to go introduce myself to her face-to-face first. I saw that there was a mark on my laptop's mouse pad so I scratched it to try to get it off, but it turned out to be a bug and it got up and flew to the floor. I watched the praying mantis, horrified, as it crawled across the floor, turned to look at its scratched butt and continued walking toward the sliding door on the opposite side of the room. For some reason, I'd thought that when it looked at its butt, it would know that I was the one who'd done it and would come after me, so I was glad when it didn't. I went across the hall to the other office then, and before I could say hi to KK and introduce myself to the new admin assistant, I walked over to my boss's office and he said, "What are you doing here? You need to clean out your desks - both of them. You still don't have a job here." I was shocked at his abrasive tone and surprised - still - that he wouldn't give me a chance to explain or defend myself.