just had two interesting dreams last night. the first is already pretty vague: i was in a big manufactured home in a remote, rocky part of ireland--"the burren." it was particularly desolate looking outside, as most of the ground was covered in fog, so the only reference to earth was pillars of craggy rocks. my cousin was there in the home, and i felt really afraid of him. i was trying to come up with casual conversation, such as exclaiming how much i liked the home. i couldn't figure out if he lived there or if i did, but i think i figured out that we were now living there together.

the second one all centered around the grand opening of a new star wars movie. but i was at an opening somewhere in the star wars universe. the people i was with kept changing. at one particular important moment though, i think i was with avram. we were standing together, holding each other, when suddenly the theater lobby started flooding very rapidly, and we got sucked through the carpet. somehow i was able to see there was blood bubbling up from where we had disappeared through the carpet. at that point i became someone else, who was somehow still me, and was trying to find what happened to me and avram. i was flying around the theater, doing this motion i have done in previous dreams. it's sort of like doing the breaststroke, and when i'm doing it, i'm thinking that no one knows i can fly like that. it's a bit exhausting. after one bit of flying around, i land in the lobby again and see that a big drain cover has been removed. i look down inside the drain and start singing something. i reach inside and pull out a dripping wet young girl, who i know is a young me. knowing she was the one who got sucked through the carpet, i pick her up and start to take her away, but then a very moronic security guard comes over and says i'm stealing a child. he starts to point a gun at me, then mutters something as he turns away and puts the gun down. so i grab the gun and start shooting at him and other people in the lobby as i run away with the little me-girl.

at some other point in that dream, i was in a limo sort of car with kamila and avram. we were in santa fe, and we saw asher with a group of very pretty girls getting into a big suv. i asked kamila why he always hung out with such hip, pretty girls. she laughed and said something clever that i've already forgotten.