The Tiger Chase

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I don't often have bad dreams (just weird ones), but this is one I woke up from. Surprising, really. I love tigers in real life.

I'm on a tour of a dingy, run-down castle with a large group of strangers. We're walking across beams and past old tapestries covering stone blocks. We all hear a sort of purring, growling noise, and turn around to see we're being followed by a large tiger.

Suddenly, the tiger attacks, picking off the people at the back of the group while the rest of us run. Blood is absolutely everywhere, and people are screaming. Out of breath, those of us left wind up in the castle's kitchen, and the tiger comes in and locks the door. I grab a knife, tell everyone to run, and...

The Joker and a Bus

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This might be one of the weirder ones I've had in a while.

I'm on an ordinary school bus with a bunch of strangers, and I look up front to see that the driver is the Joker (the creepy Heath Ledger version, not the campy Jack Nicholson), and he has just kidnapped us. Nobody on the bus believes me, so I grab one woman's chin and force her to look at the driver. He keeps looking backwards at all of us and laughing, and as he does so his head keeps growing until it can't fit through the door of the bus.

He lets us off at our stop and stays on the bus (presumably because of his massive cranium) and I know I have to do battle with a small kid wearing huge glasses. But this battle involves me being the goalie as the kid kicks soccer balls at me. I totally block everything he kicks, and the kid starts bawling when I defeat him. The Joker's head then shrinks back down to normal size.

The Battle for the Vacuum

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I'm driving my fiance, Marc, and friend Alan to Costco so I can get a new vacuum cleaner. Apparently this Costco is gigantic and in the middle of the desert, cause we're in a valley of sorts, all brown rock and no trees surrounded by low, brown plateaus.

This particular Costco has a dozen or more exits off the freeway, so I take the one for vacuum cleaners (which had a large ad up for a Hoover, and a real-time customer rating shown. It wasn't rated very high, so I decided not to get it.). Only somehow I got turned around and wound up in an abandoned apartment complex on a plateau overlooking the Costco.

The place is made of brown and tan adobe or plaster, and I'm driving around the complex trying to find the exit. Instead, I find myself on top of a parking deck, and can see the Costco from where we're parked. Marc and Alan are all for jumping over the railing (and apparently injuring themselves, cause it was a good 5 or 6 stories from the ground) to get to the store, but I was having none of it. So I take my little orange car and drive it down and we finally get to Costco.

I'm not sure what happened, but as some point while we were in the store, we made a fort and each slept in a hammock.

Sometime after the hammock deal, I found a green vacuum I want. Unfortunately, someone else wants it as well, and they pick up the vacuum and start beating me with it while Marc and Alan stand off to the side and play on their old-school Gameboys. I keep yelling for them to help me, but they're too interested in their game, the jerks.

Somehow I pry the vacuum away from the crazed individual and Marc, Alan and I all run down a back hallway screaming and yelling while being chased by the vacuum-loving maniac.

The Gray House

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I'm in a worn down house with friends Alan, Andi, and Leena. Everything is various shades of gray. There are gray curtains over the windows, gray wood on the floors, gray wallpaper, and gray painters cloths draped over all the (presumably gray) furniture.

After searching the house, we hear a noise coming from upstairs. We go up the (very gray) stairs and find a large, open room with nothing in it but a gray overturned chair and a gray painting in a gray frame. There's nothing on the painting but smears of gray paint, so I wipe them off. As I do, a bunch of bright colors are revealed on the canvas, and the paint I wiped off with my fingers turns to a pale, peachy, skin tone.

I keep wiping paint off the canvas and smearing it on various things, like the walls and the chair, and the paint turns to the color that the object should be (I think the walls were dark green).

Apparently my friends got bored of this, because they decided to go to the backyard. I followed them, and found a lovely, colorful party going on. It was night, and there were millions of stars in the sky. We were on a large dock/patio next to the sea, and on all the railings around us were attached those little round paper lanterns in lots of colors. Strings of white lights were also crisscrossed above our heads, and there were boats in the harbor. We all sat down and had a nice meal, and then Andi and Leena got on a boat as passengers while Alan went to sail it, while I watched from the dock.