A Bus, George Clooney and The Doctor

Last night I had a dream that I was going somewhere (I don't know where) and got onto a red bus. The gray seats were designed to sit 3 people each, but we were told to sit 1 or 2 people each. I sat on one of the seats to my right. Across the aisle was a family of 4 or 5 sharing a seat and they were pretty much crammed in. I heard someone nearby repeat that there were only supposed to be 1 or 2 people per seat. The family made no move to separate. I saw George Clooney also step onto the bus among the line of others still being seated. Suddenly there was a commotion in the back of the bus. I turned and saw the front of another bus was inside, adjacent to the one I was on. GC told everyone to quickly get off, that there was another bus waiting for us. I stayed behind and helped GC make sure everyone got off the bus ok.

Then I was in some sort of room, not very well lit. There was a wardrobe covered with dark royal blue curtains in the room. Standing in front of it was The 10th Doctor, but he was dressed as a clown, complete with make-up. There was another person in the room, talking to him. I looked at him closely and decided he did not look like David Tennant. I realized he looked more like one of the previous Doctors, like Tom Baker or Peter Davison. He was wearing shiny gold pants with red & white striped suspenders. I don't remember the color shirt he was wearing.

Jared Tries to Cook Chicken

I had a dream last night that Jared Padalecki had come over to my house. Except "my house" was the one in which I grew up. He had stayed the night (sorry, nothing pervy went on!) and slept on the couch in the basement. The next day he was in the kitchen making fried chicken. Both my younger and my older sisters were there. I had just woken up and needed to take a shower. I went downstairs to the bedroom in the basement where I had my blue & white striped duffel bag packed with my clothes except my older sister, who was upstairs, had locked the door. I yelled up to her to come & unlock the door, but she wasn't coming down fast enough. JP was there to see me & I felt bad that my sisters had to occupy their time with him in case he needed anything for the chicken he was frying. I tried kicking in the bedroom door, but it was too solid. Finally D. came down & unlocked the door while I asked her why on earth she locked it in the first place. I don't remember her response.

I got fresh clothes and my deodorant out of my duffel bag, but the deodorant was nearly gone. I knew I had a new one I had bought somewhere and went searching for it. I finally found it and went upstairs into the bathroom. Suddenly I was done with my shower & fully clothed when I went into the kitchen to see how the cooking was going. JP was gone. I panicked and asked min8ive where he had gone. She said he had to run to the store real quick for an ingredient. I went to the side door and looked out where I saw him jogging up the driveway with Sadie, one of his dogs. Except it was more like a cross between his Sadie & LL's Sadie. More than likely because I don't offhand remember exactly how JP's Sadie looks, because it wasn't like I went looking for pictures before I went to bed last night.

They both came back into the house. Then I was looking out the kitchen window that faces the front yard thinking about how good the chicken smelled and I asked when it would be done. JP told me it was done & put them all on plates. I took a bite out of one and thought about how yucky the breaded skin tasted. I can't even describe how bad it was. The skin was crunchy, like KFC's extra crispy style, but more flakey. The first thing I thought of was vinegar-y, but even that does not accurately describe it. The meat part of it tasted much better and so tender I barely had to chew it. I wondered how I could possibly get around eating the skin part while eating the meat part without hurting JP's feelings when suddenly JP turned into a friend who lives in the UK. I wondered how on earth that happened when I woke up.

In A Suitcase

I had a dream last night that I was in a strange kind of room. The walls were gray painted brick. There were at least 3 people in the room other than myself. My hands were tied behind my back and I was standing off to one side. I had to watch while a man forced another (conscious) man into a very large suitcase and he zipped it up. He then opened a section of the wall adjacent to me & put the the suitcase with the man inside onto a gray metal shelving unit against the wall on the other side of the wall/door. He then closed the door and pulled in front of it another large gray metal shelving unit. Meanwhile the man in the suitcase kept yelling to not be left there. I tried to think of a way to escape these people and let the man out when I woke up.

A Supernatural Dream

I was watching an ex-coworker from years ago on TV when Dean came busting into my house telling me I had to leave quickly. I said I had to call J & tell him his life was being shown on TV. Dean told me it would have to wait & grabbed me & pulled me out the door. I grabbed my laptop on the way out and, while in the Impala, I went to a website that was simulcasting the "show". Dean told me I could contact J as soon as we get to our destination but that I had to hide from something or someone. We arrived at a small town, like one sees in old westerns. I got out of the car still watching the show on my computer. I still wanted to call J but I also wanted to call all my (now ex-)coworkers and gossip about it. In my dream I knew their phone numbers. Sam had come out of a business when the car had pulled up, escorted me into a door and told me the phone call would have to wait.

Then I woke up.

Sprayed by Milk & Taking Videos

Had a dream that I was in a very large room with lots of other people. Kind of like a cafeteria. I was floating on the floor in an inner tube. I was suddenly being sprayed by warm milk from above. I got off the inner tube and climbed up on tables & other tall things and discovered it was coming from the vents in the ceiling. People tried running for cover but there was none.

Then I was arguing with some guys near their cars. They had taken a video of me taking a video of them. It didn't matter, but for some unknown reason it did matter. I grabbed the video camera and looked it over. It could record video with an 8mm tape, an SD memory card and by one other removable source that I can't remember now all at the same time. I first removed the memory card and put it in my pants pocket. Then got the tape and handed it to a woman and searched for the third removable thing. In the meantime the woman handed back to the guys the tape. I got angry and tried to grab it back. The guy hid it among a bunch of other tapes & I had to try sorting them to find it. I finally gave up and took all the tapes & the camera and starting watching them to find the right one. Suddenly the memory card disappeared from my pocket & I asked the woman what she did with it. She told me gave it back to the guys. I got very angry and asked for it back. They refused. I told myself that it didn't really matter because I had the original recording of whatever thing they were doing that I planned to make public anyway and it didn't matter that they recorded me recording them, but I was committed to finding their recordings when I woke up.