This is the type of dream you get when you are bipolar. Bipolars dream in extreme vivid colors, and have VERY bizarre dreams.

BTW, does anyone know what the reference is for “Penguin Dreams and Stranger Things”? Just curious if you know where it comes from.

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My dreams last evening where broken into three different scenarios; two were related, however.

1. I hopped in Atlanta to a flight to JFK. For some reason, the news was on the plane. We watched as the news reported that our flight had been hijacked by terrorists, and they intended to crash the plane into Manhattan. There was no indication that our plane had been hijacked, but as we took off from JFK, we started our ascent and went WAY too high at too quick a pace. We were all freaking out. As we approached manhattan, at some point, I guess the guy flying the plane didn’t know what he was doing. He started his descent at too quick a pace, and slowed the plane down considerably. We landed in a cemetary, without incident. For some reason, we were able to get out of the plane. But it was scary as shit.

2. After landing, we were in some kind of maze. In the maze were locked cells with various races of people in it. In one cell of interest were a bunch of Asians. There was an Asian guy throwing knives into the cell to compel his terrorist group to come out and terrorize the area (for some reason, we were back in Dallas at that point). As we ran through the maze, it was like a stadium with multiple entrances/exits. We were trying to find the safest exit to go through, as people were gunned down and stabbed to death. It was like a game; there were assassins all over the place, and the goal was to get out of the right exit. I failed to go out the right exit the first time, so we started the game over again in the plane, crash landed, and did this over and over again until I figured it out. During the second time, however, after we landed, we were in a bus that stopped at each exit. The goal was to remember each time what the right exit was to go through to stay away from the murderers. The killers were also on the bus with us. Part of our goal was to figure out, during each iteration, which people were the killers. I was finally able to get out of the right exit, and found myself in Oak Cliff in Dallas.

This was the point where I was connected to the previous dream, but went in a different tack. There was a piece of the plane was was worth 18 million dollars. I knew where it was, but no one else did. Over and over, I rode the bus to get off at Oak Cliff to go and get the piece of fuselage (and a blue blanket; I have NO idea what that was about). The piece of fuselage, for some reason, was now a piece of green granite. The first person to find the fuselage won the 18 million dollars. Over and over, I tried to get to it, and during each iteration, more and more people knew where it was. Right next to the place where the granite was located was a “manufacturing plant” full of killers. We had to dodge those killers while also trying to get to the granite first. For some reason, during the last iteration of the dream, the granite was in a textile plant where Asians were running around picking out different carpet and flooring. We had to sneak around them, lest they find the granite. We played stupid, since it was apparent that they had no idea what was right in the next aisle from them. In addition, they were buying Hello Kitty shit. I know. All of a sudden, I was friends with a REALLY stupid Indian woman (she actually was smart; but played dumb really well, as I have found out during my experiences with Indians is common for them to get what they want in the US). She and I teamed up to get the granite and the blanket, and we found it. The blue blanket was used as one of those serape (yes, I know that’s mexican) thingies that they wear. I was fine with that; all I cared about was the money. Other people found it right at the same time as us, so we all had to split the money. The police chief, who was a black woman, declared the winners and wrote them down. As I went home and time went by, for some reason, while waiting for my money, my name got dropped off the list. As I visited my now Indian friends, I found out how ruthless they were, and how they had been playing dumb to get what they wanted. They were already extremely wealthy. They had kids, and those kids were killers. They had no sense of right and wrong. So I had to play hide and seek in a house while trying to be killed. This was the segue into the next part of the dream (there was a lot more, but I am trying to be as brief as possible).

3. Now I am in some kind of half-cartoon half-real world.  Another game.  There are all kinds of stuffed animals (different animals) that talk.   I am in a group of people and we are supposed to gather a specific set of stuffed animals, and kill certain types of people (the killer Asians were back again) before getting killed by the stuffed animals and the Asians.  The Indians were back too, and were a part of my group.  They were dumber than hammered dogshit.  So, over and over, we tried to gather these stuffed animals, trying not to be killed by the evil peacock.  Then, for some reason, there was a group of us women that had to play these weird parts, like we were muses or greek goddesses or something.  I had to play this underwater some kind of muse that watched over a part of town that was a big party area.   So, over and over, I had to play this fucking stuffed animal game, go be a fucking muse, and win the game.  We also had time-out if you were touched by a fucking stuffed animal; and you had to keep telling them you were in time-out, or they would charge you again.  In order for me to become this “underwater muse”, I had to dive off a 300 foot cliff into the ocean.  I can’t begin to tell you how terrifying that was.  I had to do this with the other women who had to play these “roles”.  Then, after like, the fourth or fifth iteration, I was actually in the party area of the town that I was “protecting”.  I was bar-hopping, and there were apartments also in the area.  They were total pieces of shit, and it was the bad side of town.  All of a sudden, these monster trucks that were all jacked up started swerving at high speed onto the pavement.  They were grabbing women off the street and having sex with them in the back, as they continued to drive all over the place and pick up more women.  It was really scary, and we all tried to hide from these guys, but we also had to be detectives and find out who they were and stop them.  Then, I was in a restaurant, and I was rich (I guess from the fucking piece of granite).  One of the guys from the plane and I “fell in love” or whatever, and he had a wife and shit.  He comes out to his family, and right in front of me (how embarrassing) tells them that he is leaving his wife and is going to live with me.  I am all like, “Um, not a good time; I didn’t know you were going to live with me” and that kind of shit.)  Of course, the family was going to kill me, like every other person in my fucking dream.  Oh and the guy was a chef; not a cook, but a chef.  Figures since eharmony thinks that I need to be with a chef or a truck driver (which is why I never use Eharmony).

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Well, in a nutshell, that was pretty much it.  I mean, there was a lot to it, but I could probably write ten pages going over all the little things.  So we have Asians, Indians, assassins, killer stuffed animals, a black woman and a married man.  What the fuck???