These dreams weren't long enough to deserve their own page

Dream 1: I had a dream starring that Mark Whalberg guy. You see, in my dream universe, there was this legendary thief. Mark Whalberg was starring in a movie about this theif. In the dream/movie he was practicing his craft in a hotel/mall. Suddenly, he's approached by this unshaven guy who gives him a 'You go' kind of look. Mark is puzzled. The unshaven guy explains that Mark is now famous since there's a movie about him.
Just thinking about the dream makes my head hurt.

Dream 2:I was part of an acting troupe performing a musical on an outside pavillion. The story was about how a family stayed together over the course of many, many years. It was all improvised. Even the songs. Everyone took their cues from me.
Then, of course, at the end of the play when it was the far future, it became the far future and I was living in a house with descendants. So naturally I wanted to get on the internet. A laptop with a wireless modem was hanging around so I tried to boot up 'Windows H' (I swear that's what it was called) and connect to 4.0. But since the control button had replaced the return button and I couldn't find the control button, I sent something really private to the laptop's owner's boss. The laptop was taken away.
But not before I saw that the rental office called us a gay commune. Since this wasn't true, I decided to go tell them we weren't. So I went outside. It was freezing cold, the snow was three feet deep, the office was a block away and we were at the bottom of a hill and the sidewalk hadn't been shoveled. So I decided to give up telling off the rental office. (Apparently we didn't have phones).
But we did have Domino's Hot Bags as I saw two pizza drivers running to a house at the top of the hill.
Then I threw myself into the snow. It was cold, sure, but not painfully cold. It was refreshingly cold. Then I woke up.

Dream 3: I was watching the lift off a huge shuttle. It was on the other side of this giant body of water, well past any danger point. It rumbled, it roared, then it shot up and off. It was so cool. There was tons of smoke all on the other side of the water. The shuttle with the boosters went up and up and then the left booster fell off! Uh oh. This wasn't supposed to happen. The thing went spinning and spinning over to my left. It crashed about three miles away and started a massive wall of flame, bigger then most sky scrapers. And it roared straight for us.
Me and my mom got in the car and drove off. Then I forget what happened.
Dream 4: I dreamnt that the season ending of Voyager -wasn't- what people said it was, but that it was; Without sufficent explanation of what happened, the saucer section of Voyager explodes.
Now that is *interesting*. I would watch that.

Dream 5: Due to a bad humor message I read online right before going to sleep, I dreamnt someone had to explain to me the difference between Cronan Thomspon and Conan the Barbarian.

Dream 6: I went to a private school. Jason came along and started hacking everyone up.
Then he was defeated in a big confrontation. Of course the main character's friends all died.
But the dream went on. I thought I was watching the bit where there is a clue Jason really isn't dead but it went on longer. Jason was only dead for a few hours before he came back and started hacking up people and changing other people to his slaves. He could somehow convert people so that they become undead slaying machines like him. The main character from the first movie met up with some old friends while this was going on. (His new friends were dead). They discovered everyone but them were converted. So they ran for it.
The only place they could go was to the police station across the street. They wanted to bypass it but reality kept shifting. They ran in through the showers in the locker room. (No, they were empty you freaks).
The police station was deserted. Except for the one cop the other (insane) kids killed when they followed the first batch of (sane) kids.
Our Heroes ran through the station, locking doors behind them when they could. But it was too late. They were attacked by a horde of younger kids waving swords. I made myself wake up then.

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