douchebag

I'm at a restaurant with my boyfriend. A woman joins our table because the restaurant doesn't have any more room. She's waiting for her boyfriend. I'm casually talking to her and then her boyfriend shows up and sits down next to me, so I start talking to Alex.

As I'm talking to Alex, the woman's boyfriend [whom we shall call Douchebag from now on] starts talking to me softly. He's talking about his meal or something and I awkwardly laugh it off. The haha-I-don't-really-care-just-leave-me-alone kind of laugh. He continues trying to talk to me and he leaves the table for a moment. I turn to the woman and tell her she needs to be careful because her boyfriend is a total douchebag. She replies with, "Yeah, I know, I just.. I don't know.." And Douchebag comes back to the table.

I'm talking to Alex and Douchebag keeps trying to whisper in my ear, asking me to go to dinner with him. Finally, I say, "Excuse me, I'm trying to talk to my boyfriend here."

He says something and then he kind of hits me on the shoulder. Not a playful hit, but like a fine-I'll-show-you-if-you-don't-want-to-listen-to-me hit. I punch him and I stand up. So does he. He looks like he's about to hit me again. I can't believe this. I yell loudly, "Get the f*** off me you a**hole! How dare you hit me!!!" so that I can get the attention from the restaurant staff maybe so they can kick him out, but no.. nobody moves.

So finally, I take my sweater and tell Alex we're leaving and sitting somewhere else. He has a camera in his hand and says, "Ok.. go ahead" as if he's filming this whole scene for fun. I'm ready to storm off but Alex is still seated.

And then... I wake up.

flashmob

I'm sitting on the floor in the middle of the mall with a couple of friends. Other people are doing this too. Apparently, a flashmob just happened [I don't remember if I got to see it or not].

Then, a guy from my cohort, Adam, gets up and stands in the middle of the crowd. He whips off his beanie and he has somewhat long hair. I tell my friend, "Look! It looks like he's about to dance or something." And as soon as I finish my sentence, he starts dancing. I'm so confused and don't know what's happening until my other Master's friend, Kelly, gets up too and dances besides him.

It's a flashmob!!!!

My other friends, Angie and Lia, stand up and are a part of it. [I'm a little butt hurt they never invited me to be a part of this since I've always wanted to be part of a flashmob. Thanks guys.] 

Other people I don't know stand up and start dancing too. It's not that big though, only about 15-20 people, but I'm having so much fun watching them! Finally, the dance is over and Lia, who used to do ballet [I don't know if that's even true], starts doing pirouettes really fast and spinning around.

And then... I wake up.

undercover prostitution

I'm in some sort of factory where they're fixing cars. I'm parking my car in a spot and a man approaches me to tell my sister and I our assignment. This man works for the FBI (or something like that) and asks my sister and I if we're sure that we want to do this.

We're apparently going to be going undercover as prostitutes so we can catch one of the biggest sex traffickers in the country/world (?). I ask what will happen if they ask us to do stuff, expecting that he'll say, "Don't worry, we've got inside men that will help you out" or maybe "You won't have to do anything, we'll catch him before then." But noooo, he instead replies, "Well, this is what you knew you were getting yourself into."

Whoa. What? I ain't becoming no prostitute to catch this guy. So I think to myself that I won't have to do anything. All the agents will come in by then. So my sister and I still agree to go undercover. I'm getting ready and wearing layers and layers of clothes.

And then... I wake up.

drowning

I'm in the ocean, swimming around, when waves after waves start coming on top of me.

I move in slow motion and can't find my way to the top. It's like something is keeping me under the waves. I slowly try to swim my way up before I start losing air, but I keep paddling slower and slower. I feel my hands reach the top but before my head could make it out of the water, another wave comes down.

I finally am splashed onto the shore and lay there. A crowd has surfaced but not because of me, because of someone else. Everyone's paying attention to the other person and I just lay there on my back.

One person turns to me to check on me but someone else says, "She's fine, her eyes are open."

And then... I wake up.

pretty bird

I'm on the roof of some castle that I just climbed. The door opens and I've been caught, but the two men who come out don't see anything wrong with me being on the roof. They don't know I've trespassed.

A bird comes out of the doorway flying near me. It's the most beautiful bird I've ever seen. [My description of it can't even begin to describe its beauty.] It's small and grey but some of its feathers are metallic purple, green, turquoise, and blue. The bird flies and lands on the man's hand and I ask him if I could take a picture of it. But before I take out my camera, the bird flies off his hand and is flying above us.

Out of nowhere, the other man now has a gigantic hawk on his arm. It spreads its wings and I get scared it'll start attacking me so I back off. It flies above us and then it suddenly grabs the other bird, the really pretty one, and all I can see are feathers falling down from the sky. The hawk killed the other bird.

And then... I wake up.

late for flight to France

I'm in my apartment [although I've never seen this place before] and my flight to France is scheduled to leave at 7:30pm. I'm taking my time making sure I have everything in my one luggage.

I'm in a car and someone's driving me to the airport.. it's only a 5 minute drive, it's right around the corner and I didn't even know. I have extra time so I decide to walk back home and add some things to my luggage. I realize I have to go so I'm rushing and I'm walking around the streets. I can't find the street where I turned to get to the airport. I then realize that I don't have my luggage with me.

Being lost and not having my luggage anyway, I go back to the house. I run up the stairs and right when I get there, my family is coming back from a trip. I want them to drive me to the airport but I realize they just got back and must be tired so I don't ask them. I rush down the stairs and realize I forgot my luggage again, so I rush back up to get my luggage. I look at my watch and it says 7:53. I can't believe it!!! I missed my flight! My family's trying to console me, telling me I can get another flight, but I just start crying.

And then... I wake up.

President Barack Obama

I'm outside near this beautiful fountain with a couple of my friends. It looks like it'd be somewhere in Italy. Lots of people are walking around, it's nice and sunny, and we're just enjoying life standing by a fountain.

We're talking about Obama and I start talking about him. While I'm talking, I look around and mid-sentence I see Mr. President Obama standing 3 feet across from me and overhearing my conversation, comes over and says, "Yes, you were saying?" with that big, sexy smile of his.

I'm speechless and he comes over and shakes my hand. The entire time he is focused on me, not even looking at my friends, but just smiling and looking at me.

And then... I wake up.

getting shot at

I'm at a gas station and I'm driving my mom's Nissan Pathfinder. I leave the car parked on the sidewalk of the gas station, across from this house to go do something.

It's awhile that I'm away from the car, then suddenly I'm back in the car but in the back seat and the car is parked by the gas pumps now. These 2 older men (mid 30's to 40's) are standing right by the car. I get suspicious so I make my way to the front seat and close the door, telling them "Excuse me" because they were in the way. They look at me funny and say, "Look, it's not our fault that your car's messed up. We didn't do anything."

So I drive the car up to a parking spot and get out to see what they were talking about. The car is totally damaged and ruined--it looks like it's been in a fire! It's not even my car. I realize someone stole my car and replaced it with this junky one. This other family is there and is trying to calm me down [I'm obviously freaking out like no other]. For some reason, they hand me the baby to hold while they try to help me figure things out. The 2 older men from earlier are not really helping, making comments to make me feel like it was my fault.

Finally, the dad of that helpful family tells me that right across the street where I parked the car, the house is actually where a doctor lives and works from so he has a security camera....facing the exact place where my car was at!!! I get so excited. But something in me realizes the 2 older men were the ones responsible for my car getting stolen. I get scared they'll take the cameras later in the night or break into the family's home and steal the tapes, so I stupidly say "I want the tapes, right now.."

1 of the suspicious men pulls out a gun and points it at my face. I cringe and hide the baby in my arms, putting my head down. The whole family is scared and gets on their knees. I apologize profusely, saying "I'm sorry, please please, have the car. I won't report it. I promise. Please don't shoot us. Don't do this, please. You can have the car."

He laughs cynically. Meanwhile, the doctor's family is standing by the door, wondering why all these people are in front of their house. The gunman tells me, "You're going to go inside the house and rob them. Tell them "Fuck you, I want your money", do it.. now". I'm still holding the baby and I approach the front door. This older Asian lady answers, I enter without asking, telling her the baby needs help, that he's in pain, etc.. I look back and the gunman tells me to say it otherwise he's going to shoot everyone. I tell him I can't do it and he starts pointing the gun at them, I tell him "Ok, ok! Don't.. I'll do it".

The old Asian lady comes back and when the gunman isn't looking, I quickly tell her, "Please call 911, but not until after I leave." The old Asian lady, of course doesn't listen to me, and heads to the phone so I grab her and tell her to stop. I look at the gunman, which has now turned into my dad, and he's getting ready to come in. The old lady grabs a necklace and goes into the living room. I'm thinking that maybe this is a sign of emergency in their house and someone else will call 911 in another room. But noooo, she comes back with it and goes to the phone. [Freaking Asians..].

My dad (who's now the gunman) realizes she's calling for help, he starts shooting at the family but misses. He comes into the house and starts shooting. I hide under a desk. He looks around then finds me hiding under. He's shooting at me but I keep dodging the bullets. He's reloading his gun and I run to the side door and unlock it but I can't seem to open the door. It's jammed and won't open. My dad points the gun at me.

And then... I wake up.