Dream 1:
I was at my high school. No idea why, I was just there in a car that was not mine. In fact, it was Matt C.'s. I was parked near an entrance, but on the sidewalk precariously close to slipping onto the grass. Matt was doing modifications, fixing something. I'm not sure what he was trying to accomplish, but he pulled of the driver's side door after unscrewing, like, three screws, which I'm pretty sure isn't accurate. Soon after, I'm shouted for by Christian G. Someone had run over his foot and he needed me to bring him to the ER. I was trying to get Matt to hurry up and put on the door, but he was having none of it. The car is a 2-door, and the back seats were, well, you know how in a van or SUV the back row can put down to hold more stuff? Yeah, that was the case in this two door vehicle. For some reason, we were set on Christian sitting in the back, who, for no reason, was just standing by the car, and we had this weird chair-walker hybrid we were trying to shove into the back. Someone claimed that it's ridiculous, someone with a broken foot would only get worse with that sort of thing. I don't know if we ever got the door back in, ever got Christian in the car, or left, but that's where my memory of it's lost.
Dream 2:
I think I was playing/in a game of Nazi Zombies. In my mind, Jacob D. and I were walking around call of dead if it looked like a Hyperion building from Borderlands 2. Not important. I remember Kanye West playing in the background. Before I knew it, it was a dance. The layout gets really funky, as it took place mostly on this boat, but I think couples were mostly wandering around trying to find a place where they can shag. The boat was entirely wooden, that old wood where sticking your hand anywhere comes with the risk of getting a splinter. I wasn't wearing a tux or suit, but I did have a dress shirt and slacks that looked to be 5 sizes too big. They were held up by 4 belts and something else around my waist, I'm not sure. I go to the bathroom to fix them, turn them around, but also to take a poop. On the way there, I see Scout T-i making out with some dude. The bathroom's incredibly small, like outhouse-sized, barely larger than a bathroom stall. The door was poorly secured. Someone almost came in, but I held the door shut while yelling that it's occupied. Not much longer later, Andrew S. opens the door. He must've known I was in there and didn't care at all what I was doing. He told me about how awful and boring it was to come to the dance alone. I remember thinking that I didn't come alone, but I was dateless throughout the entire dance. Shortly after, he leaves, and I see out in the hallways, Patrick Z, Greg S, and maybe someone else, but I'm not sure. They were watching a video on the preview display of a large copy machine and looked to be having just a wonderful time.
