The Syringe You in the Neck Guy Dream

I'm hanging out with my wonderful friend Sara Spadaro and we're over at her house.  We're the only ones there and all of the sudden we hear a knock upon the door.  For some reason, we know that this is no good.  In fact, I immediately look for somewhere to hide (paranoid much?).  I crawl under the bed and I hear the door open.  I can hear a man's voice and he starts looking around.  Somehow I am making the bed stick up so he knows I'm under there.  He finds me and takes me and Spadaro to the garage.  Somehow, we escape from him and lock him in there long enough for us to get away.

We run outside and are screaming at the top of lungs.  We're trying to find somewhere to go where we will be safe.  Across the street I see a woman outside and the garage door is open.  She says we can come in there, her husband should be home soon.  We go inside and then a whole group of women (the lady's friends) arrive and come in the house, as well.  We look outside and see her husband.  He's looking all cheesy and smiling and waving at us when suddenly the guy comes up behind him and syringes him in the neck!

We all freak out and start screaming.  Everyone starts running around trying to get out of the house.  I find a window that leads out to the backyard.  I climb through it and get outside.  Then I hop the fence (like it was nothing, I might add) and run up the hill to the woods that is behind these people's house.  Everyone follows me which makes me nervous, because clearly crazy guy is going to see this large mass of people.

I get into the woods and run into my friend Justin Pipkin.  He's sitting there playing a banjo.  He asks what's going on and I (much too calmly for a person who could be syringed any moment) tell him all about it.  Right then, we see the guy and everyone starts freaking out again.  This guy is just syringing people left and right, like it was nothing.  Then I realize, there is one of him and like 40 of us.  I yell to everyone this realization and say let's just tackle this guy.  I get the crowd all riled up and we start toward where he is.  I lead the crowd in a rousing rendition of fight! fight! fight! (you know, the kind everyone yells when there's a fight at school).

The guy is in a bar now, so we go in and we get to him.  He syringes the first guy in the neck and right as we're about to tackle this guy, he gets me in the hand.  I knock the syringe out of his hand and he looks at me and says, ha I got you.  Then someone picks it up and syringes him.  He dies.  I ask if anyone is a doctor.  There is a lady nearby who says she is a doctor.  I have her look at my hand and she says, it's nothing to worry about.  Unconvinced, I walk outside the bar and ask if anyone else is a doctor, not that I don't trust you, I say to the first lady, I just want a second opinion.  There is another doctor who looks at my hand and says I'll most likely be fine but I should probably go to the hospital just in case.  The end.

The Tornado/Sock Dream

     I was at Christmas with my family in Cabot, but for some reason my dad wasn't there.  So I was going to go call him, but my phone wouldn't work.  I decide to go all the way to my parents' house to go get him.  So, I get in my car and I'm driving down 67/167 (the wrong way to get to my parents' house by the way) when I see these huge, really black clouds ahead.  I mean, they are these masssive, completely black and crazy looking clouds that I'm pretty sure don't really exist in nature and if they do I hope to never encounter them.  They're big and menacing but they're moving away from me.  Then a see a tornado touch down and I think, as any normal person should, oh I should probably pull over.  But instead, I decide the clouds look like they're heading the other way so I'm going to just keep driving (dream Sara is not an incredibly wise person).  One of the black clouds passes over my car and everything goes completely pitch black.  I feel my car being lifted off the ground and then put back down. 
     I get out of my car and realize it's not driving anywhere far from there.  So I drive it to the other side of the road and park it somewhere where I think it won't get towed.  Then these two ladies come over (who happened to be Ms. Garrett and Ms. Crain if you ever worked at Crystal Hill) and say they can figure out exactly where to put my car so it will be the safest for the low price of $7.50.  Being the cheap person that I am, I refuse to pay that and say I'm fine with where it is.  I'm going to walk at this point and there are some people actually waiting on me (not too sure where they came from).  Where my car was, this building appeared (since they often build buildings over the freeway?), but I realize that this building is starting to collapse.  I run and get out of there just as the giant garage door is crashing down.  However, I realize that my phone and my glasses are still in there.
     I'm going to walk but I don't have any shoes on (apparently I was feeling the shoeless Arkansan stereotype that day).  I look down and a pair of my shoes are on the ground (that same shoe that was featured on an episode of Lost I might add).  So I get out my purse socks (my favorite pair of socks that live in my purse for such an occasion as this) but I realize one of my socks is still in that building.  Apparently, I care more about those socks than my phone or glasses because I am determined to go back into the collapsing building to find my sock (like I said, dream Sara is not very wise).  The building has that weird garage door and I somehow lift it (dream Sara is incredibly strong on the other hand) and I spot my sock.  I run in and get it just in time.  I put on my socks and shoes on and me and my people that came out of nowhere start walking.  After a pretty short walk, we end up at the church and I start talking about how I wonder if insurance will cover what just happened to my car.