Saved by Giant Luke Skywalker…

I dreamt I was at this outdoor market sale where they were selling beds, and gross things like jars of spit. I was sleeping in one of them, and this big burly guy in the next bed over kept insisting on rolling over onto mine. I yelled stuff at him like “what’s so hard about staying in your own bed?” Then I got mad and stormed off. I recall a guy that was running the thing showing slides on an overhead, but I don’t remember him or anything he did aside from that.

I then get into this red car with no doors and drive like I’m heading home but I take this wrong turn and end up at a deadend street with three shops. I don’t remember what one of them was, but I do remember that the second one had a “do not accept checks from this man” sign, and had a picture of me there. The third shop I could kind’ve seen in, and it looked like Marshall’s or Target or something on the inside but I was too scared to go in because I got the distinct feeling that someone got killed in there and now they were trying to kill me.

The alley I was in was too narrow to turn around in, so I backed straight up and around, and there was Cuba Gooding, Jr. sitting there asking people for a ride home. I picked him up, and he made some comment about the seats in my car not being right. I don’t remember dropping him off, but I do remember getting back to my house. I still had the feeling that someone was trying to kill me. I went inside and the kid that plays Luke from The O.C. (watch it if you haven’t) was in there wanting to talk to me. He looked semi-irate, but that guy looks semi-irate all the time.

I get in there, and he keeps wanting me to do weird things like: “here, try this weird looking flat white and oreo looking cake”, or “here, I brought you this yellow beer.” I refuse, citing that I think someone is trying to kill me. Eventually, I attempt to incapacitate him by drinking him under the table with beers and gin that I procure from my kitchen. I do so, and he ends up puking all over my living room and while someone cleans it up, I convince him to leave. He runs out of my house over to my car and grabs this large sniper rifle with scope from in there. He runs out into the street, and all of a sudden there’s cops everywhere. He lines me up and shoots and I get this awesome birds eye view of the bullet as it’s flying at me. As it about hits my head, it veers off course and hovers right over top of me. I look up, the skyline does that flickery scrolly Star Wars thing, and I see a gigantic Luke Skywalker focusing the Force so my head doesn’t get all shot in. I wave to the sky and say something stupid like “Thanks Luke!” as the policeman runs up the kid from the O.C. that shot at me, and twirls his finger at him. The guy dissolves and rolls up like Silly Putty and gets stuffed into the back of the squadcar.

Here I wake up, because my parents locked themselves out and were banging on my window to be let in. I don’t know WHAT caused that one, but I remembered A LOT of detail.