Dodge Charger dream.

I had a dream of racing in this 1969 Dodge Charger with a modern paint job against a 1975 Dodge Challenger with mat black paint. We sped down these twisting country roads and repeatedly passed each other.

It was like watching a movie. The scenery was awesome. I could see the Dodge Charger’s paint reflect the surroundings and the sunlight.

The dream switched to this parking lot near these white factory buildings. A teenage me was with this girl and some other people unclear in the dream.

We road bicycles past one of the buildings. Between two of them, we saw these fifteen-feet tall statues slash manikins along with other random junk outside a garage door. She wanted to go check it out. We headed over and looked around. No-one stopped us. We strolled inside the building and looked around. It was a movie prop maker.

A woman behind a counter said something to me.

The girl and the others headed outside. I followed. They stepped into the building on the other side of the parking lot.

It felt pretty real, like a memory, like I knew the girl from my childhood.

I woke up with a serious need to go pee.

3 Dreams. Crocodile on a Plane, Cowboys and Pies, Pot of Rice on a Bush.

I had a black and white dream. In a jungle, I rappelled down from the canopy onto the back of a crashed jetliner suspended by vines above a swamp of crocodiles. Somehow, a croc crawled around on the top of the huge jetliner. I jolted awake.

I had another dream. This one in color. A lot of browns. In a saloon, cowboys sat around eating pies; no alcohol to drink, just pies. The dream switched to be outside in the desert with those patches of scrub grass. Two groups of cowboys came riding in on horses to meet up. They got down off the horses and one pulled out a pie. That was it.

Dreamt I hadn’t seen one of my brothers in a while and to search for them I rode my skateboard to a hospital. Carrying my skateboard, I went into the hospital. I walked past a lot of people waiting in ER or something, turned a corner, glanced around the room full of more people, then left.
Outside I saw my brother with his skateboard. I talked to him, but don’t remember what we said other than he was going straight home.
I got on my skateboard and headed down the sidewalk. A large root hung down from a tree, meandered across the sidewalk, and into the open driver’s door of this black van. Why it was a root and not a vine I don’t know. Grabbed it, I yanked and threw it out of the way. I noticed a guy sitting in the driver’s seat and apologized for hitting his leg with the root. He said thank you, and something about getting rid of the root was what he wanted anyway.
At the top of a hill, I didn’t want to go down this one winding road and get lost. Turning around to head home, I threw this cup of water that appeared in my hand into this cooked pot of rice someone had on top of the bush in front of their house.
Riding my skateboard down the hill, I worried they were going to come out of the house to eat the rice and be all mad, or get sick and I’d be sued.
I can’t remember the rest after that.

Shark Skin

I suppose it’s obvious a dream which had a shark in it was a nightmare. I held a shark maybe 4 inches long but a little stubby like a piranha. It bit through my skin and burrowed inside me.

I tried to hold it in place as it moved all around under my skin. For what seemed like the longest time that wasn’t working.

Some guy in a lab coat was standing next to me out of nowhere. It felt like I knew him.

I managed to get the shark held in place on my stomach. I pushed its mouth against the inside of my skin. It cut through, and I squeezed it out.

The nightmare jumped to the hospital ER. I was bleeding but was not feeling any pain. The wound on my hand was forgotten about. Kind of casually, I talked to check-in about needing to see a doctor. The nightmare feeling of stress and anxiety was gone despite the gruesome wound coming from my belly. I woke up.

Weaponized Tacks

I and someone else, I couldn’t see their body though they stood right next to me, were in the dining room of a dark house. Other people/entities got inside. I had a flat stick like a ruler with tacks in it, points sticking out. The other person had a short one with a rubber tube on the end. I put a tack at the end of the rubber tube with the point sticking out thru the rubber. Of course, I doubt that would do any good at all against an intruder, but what can I say, (shrug) dreams.

I headed to the basement door. Down the steps, what looked like a little kid sat on the stairs with their back to me in the dark. I froze, then I tried to back away and gently close the door. That failed. The kid/entity turned around slowly, and I woke up frightened.

Labradoodle with Silly Hat, in Space

I and my girlfriend and Superboy got screwed over on some deal. I tried to calm Superboy down and told him only one person needed to talk to the guy. Superboy was worried because the guy was rich and the three of us were not, so we would just be dismissed.

I told Superboy that the case was too simple to get the Avengers involved. (I know Superboy, Avengers not same universe.)

So this guy was on another planet. We got in a ship and traveled to this ball that had a dress code. We dressed in formal Earth clothes but didn’t know what appropriate attire was on the alien world.

We waited in line, Superboy first, then my girlfriend, and I hung back to keep an eye out. Superboy disappeared from the dream. Don’t know why.

This Labradoodle was in line ahead of my girlfriend and must have been wearing too much inappropriate attire. The dog yelled, “What is inappropriate now? I’m almost completely naked after you took off all the other stuff.”

The bouncer held up a little fuzzy hat like a pastel, stuffy toy with small teddy bear arms or whatever on a hat shape body. “You were wearing this.”

I looked at a Golden Retriever waiting in line wearing a similar cute stuffy hat. He looked back at me with the funniest face. Like uh-oh.

The Labradoodle walked off in a huff, and the Golden Retriever was no longer in the dream as my girlfriend got to the front of the line.

Up three stairs was a room with a long counter, and Mystique stood behind the cash register, checking coats with her boyfriend. Don’t know who he was. It was not Forge but did have brown hair.

Next thing I know, A half Skeletor, half Magneto who was split down the middle as each comes in and looks in the cash register. He said, “I didn’t know you could duplicate stuff when I hired you,” all angry. (Mystique can’t duplicate stuff in comics.)

She frowned and walked around from behind the counter, down the stairs with her boyfriend following. He stated, “You’re going to the bank to replace it?”

She grabs his hand and drags him off.

Out a window, we saw it began snowing.

I started to tell my girlfriend what I thought was going on with the sudden snow. The next thing I know, she closed this big metal sliding door to the coat room. I was angry I got the door shut in my face, and she was in there with Skeletor/Magneto alone.

I’m banging on the door, making a ruckus, and she finally opened it. I’m glaring at her, and she was like, “Me and Skeletor/Magneto decided to do things our way.”

I said, “I was just trying to say I believe Skeletor/Magneto made it snow on Mystique because it is something his Skeletor half can do.” (I’m not aware of Skeletor being able to make it snow.)

Skeletor/Magneto pointed out, “That’s what I was saying.”

I woke up with a bad migraine.