Dreams 6/18

I had a dream earlier this week that I was at my grandma's house (Scotch was with me, no one else, it was night time), and a guy who looked exactly like Bradley Cooper came in the house. I was scared, because he basically broke in, but he was being really nice and was very well-dressed. It turns out he was hired by my friends, who had decided that I wasn't going to be invited to any other social things that they plan. They said I'm too wrapped up in my own life, so they hired this guy to come hang out with me so that I'd be distracted from being excluded. That was about all the dream entailed. Weird...

I had another disturbing dream last night. I dreamt that I was in this big office building/mall, and it had really big glass windows all over and was really open to the floors below. Well, I start to realize that there were people pulling a huge drape over the outside of the building. For some reason (as is the case only in dreams), I knew that these people were bad, and had plans to cut the power in the building and hold everyone hostage/kill them. The drapes were to make the place dark when the lights went out from no power. Well, I managed to get out of the building, and witnessed a couple of people trying to get out of an automated revolving door, only to get their hands stuck and torn off. Gross. Seriously. For some odd reason, I got back in the building, and ended up coming across one of the killers-- who had a gun. I quietly pleaded with him not to shoot me, but he did anyways, right in the gut. I pretended to be dead, so that he and the others who had come near would leave me alone-- thinking I could escape. Well, I didn't do it too well, since the others decided to shoot me a couple more times. And I died. (Isn't it a bad sign if you die in a dream??? Any interpretations of this would be greatly appreciated...)

Anyways, I was dead, still in the building, but technically in heaven. I talked to a few other dead people, and they said I could do anything I wanted now, and I could even meet again with anyone who had died in the past. I wanted to talk to my grandparents. Then the dream was over.

I must be sleeping much more these days to have dreams this complex again!