i was sitting on some sort of bench in a hallway outside of some rooms. maybe in a school. or a hospital. i seem to recall it being very antiseptic looking. a man walked up to me and smiled. i didn't recognize him. then he said something, and i knew it was W. he told me he popped into a different body. we talked about things. we cuddled.

there was a pregnant horse somewhere. she had to be given botox (i have no idea) because she was trying to go into labor, but her foal hadn't dropped into the proper area in her body, yet.

there was a car accident. it may have been on the tv that W and i were watching, or it may have been "real", i can't remember. it was outside of a bar and between a cop and a drunk guy. someone from the bar shot the cop after someone chased someone (i can't remember who chased who). my other self in the dream was the youngest daughter (about 7 y/o) of the cop who was sometimes played by liam neeson. but then sometimes it was a different cop that was shot and that other self/daughter left a note declaring that she knew about sex (i don't know), and that she was going to go shoot the person that did it, and she was sorry. she went to the bar, and it was a man wearing lipstick and eyemakeup that did it. then there was a flashback of the whole thing in which the daughter was somehow present in the bar (and spying) during the whole process. at any rate, i think she shot or went up to shoot the man, but i don't remember anything else about that.

i think i discussed it with W in the dream and looked forward to the foal. i was sad when i woke up because W was gone.

what is it with me and dreams about children trying to destroy me, lately?

it was halloween. i managed to have nothing to do. my parents were going out, although in the dream my parents were played by the people that played the parents of spider.

i was dressed up like a vampire, except i didn't have any teeth in. my parents were just about to leave, and the phone rang. i answered it, and it was a prank call. i don't remember what the person said, but it freaked me out. i didn't want to be home anymore. then the doorbell rang, and it was a group of 11-14 y/o kids. a girl in the front "kayley" was very blonde and accused me of doing something horrible to her (i don't know what it was). i laughed and asked them what kind of prank it was, but i was really nervous because they seemed a bit weird. stuff went on, and finally i grabbed "kayley's" by her hair, dragged her into the house, and locked the other kids outside. i called 911 while i was holding onto her and complained about what was going on, but i was really worried that these kids were going to accuse me of whatever it was, and that the cops would believe the little shits instead of me.

it reminded me of the buckey family as portrayed in indictment: the mcmartin trial in which these people are accused of being molesters and satan worshippers and baby killers, although (according to the movie, anyway) they were nothing of the sort.

i woke up before anything got resolved, and i've been in a crap mood all day.