The Hoovercraft Mall Fight Dream

     I'm walking through church when all of the sudden there's this crazy laser attack (laser attack?!).  At this point my dream becomes extremely morbid and I'll spare you the details.  After the laser attack (again, laser attack?!), I go with a group of people to film this movie or tv show or something like that.  The people I'm with apparently came up with the idea and the script and everything and I'm just kind of there. 
     This guy comes and says that we all need to leave.  Our funding had been cut and we had pretty much been fired.  I could tell that the whole plot concept was really weird so I pull the guy aside and ask him what they were even doing.  He goes over their ideas with me and as he's flipping through his notebook of stuff I see random Christmas songs that have musical staffs but no notes on them, like it was a worksheet and you had to fill in the notes to the song.  He keeps going and he has these great writing prompt worksheets.  I comment on how I wish I had had those when I taught second grade (now that I think about it, why does this guy have Christmas songs and second grade worksheets in his movie/tv script notebook?).
     However, now we're stuck on this ship/hoovercraft weird thing.  With our funding cut we don't know what to do or where to go and the people on board start to get a little crazy.  The guy from earlier (the one who said we were fired) goes psycho and says we have to do something and wants to kill this other guy by throwing him into some weird glowing light something that I know would kill him.  I get in front of the guy he wants to kill and tell him no.  Then he gets all mad and tells me it's because I'm in love with this guy (obviously not wanting someone to be unecessarily murdered equals in love with, duh).  I tell him that's not the reason and talk him out doing it. 
     Then this guy decides that we can get out of there if we try so he gets the ship to work and we zoom off.  We fly to the middle of this forest/jungle thing and there is a little bald headed, white bearded man who is floating (I read Harry Potter yesterday).  We ask who he is and he says god.  At this instance, I'm in a room with a lot of people and all of this is a movie I've been watching.  The little Dumbledore look-alike says he's just kidding and I turn to the person I'm sitting next to and say "whew, that was about to be questionable." 
     I realize how cold it is in this room and I say so.  Someone sees a coat on the floor and offers it to me.  It's this really ugly red patterned coat.  When he passes it to me I ask Cat Davis if it's her coat.  She says yes, takes it from me, and puts it on.  But when she puts it on, it's this super cute red pea coat (the power of Cat).  I'm still cold, so this guy is about to offer me his scarf (his scarf?!  What the heck is his scarf going to do to keep me warm?).  Luckily he decides against it, which is good because he's this guy I didn't like from high school and I was going to have to reject his scarf anyway. 
     The movie is over and I go to the gym.  The treadmill I'm on has another person (Brooke) on it.  We're both on the same treadmill.  My time is over so I think it's going to stop but Brooke's time wasn't up so the treadmill keeps going but I don't realize that so I fall into Brooke and knock her off the treadmill.  I apologize and she doesn't mind and I leave (not really sure what this has to do with the rest of the dream, kind of just stuck in there). 
     Then I go to the mall and I find these really cute shoes I like but I want these teal shoelaces to go with them.  There is another pair of shoes with teal shoelaces so I'm going to switch them out but then Becca Winslow decides she wants the shoes with the teal shoelaces.  I try to persuade her to switch shoelaces but she's not having it. 
     I go out into the mall just in time to see this insane fight going on between my roommate Emily and her sister Ashlee.  They are seriously beating the crap out of each other.  I get in there and break it up.  Emily and I leave and we realize that we're late to this thing we're supposed to be going to.  We get to my car and there is a ticket on it, but I'm in North Little Rock.  I tell Emily that it's time for one of my cop friends to come through and take care of this ticket for me.  We drive off and that's it.

The Mediterranean Sea Eating People Dream

     I was riding my bike to the bank (wasn't feeling the car that day I guess) and one of my tires goes flat.  I realize it but keeping going and make it to the bank. I'm trying to get out some money but the bank is having issues so I can't get the money I need.  I leave and see a group of people I know a little ways down the street. 
     We're by this river and it's got these huge waves going and there are people's houses lined down this river like it was a street.  As the waves are going I see that people are in the river in front of their houses.  But then they disappear like the river is eating them.  It, for obvious reasons, freaks me out but the group of people I'm with go down the river a little ways and there is a part of it that's like a pool.  They're all excited about swimming so they all get in. 
     Emily (my roommate) is there and she tells me to come get in, too.  However, I did just watch this same river eat people just a few minutes ago so I'm a little leery.  Against my better judgement, I go ahead and get in with everyone.  In my head, I know that this is the Mediterranean Sea.  When I get in the water stings, like when you have a cut and you get in a chlorine pool.  Except it stings everywhere.  It was a really weird feeling but I guess I got used to it.  I'm not nervous anymore about it eating me because I can feel the bottom of the pool. 
     Then we all get out and I go somewhere where there is a class of kids.  I'm with Leigh Thomas and we're sending these kids to the bathroom.  They're being really noisy so I get them quiet in my fantastic second grade teacher way that I do (it was good to know I still had it).  They all go and come back and they're sitting down in desks.  On the wall, there is a pocket chart and spelling words in them.  I say how much I'd love to do the spelling lesson since I haven't gotten to do one since I taught second grade.  So Leigh hands me the spelling words.  Dream over.