I Spent the Night with Hell Boy

What a strange dream, and I don't even like the Hell Boy movies. All I remember is me in some busy downtown area, trying to save the world with him somehow. At some point we were underground, in a tunnel, and he was trying to take a shower and I had to hold him down and scrub his head with soap. He was complaining the whole time. He's naked of course, so we start making out.

Then a bunch of bad guys show up, they shoot him and he falls. Of course, suddenly his clothes and outfit is back on. I start crying and start running through all sorts of other hallways with glass doors on the side, some of them with doctors names on them. Then I went back to him, and the bad guys are going to shoot him while he's there on the floor. I throw myself upon him and beg that they not kill him. I look at Hell Boy and he opens one of his eyes, winks at me and whispers 'trust me, baby' and gets up, whipping out his huge guns and blowing them all to kingdom come~ then I start arguing with him about how many people he's killed. He tries to smooch me again but suddenly we get more bad news from someone saying someone else is in peril and we need the money to save them.

Suddenly, I'm in an elevator going up towards the main street of downtown, and I step out on the street and have to run across traffic to go into someone's office to grab a large check that needs to be deposited immediately. I grab it after convincing several receptionists that I need to go in there, and I see the check is for $7558 dollars and .00 cents. I run back to the elevator across the street, get in a warehouse elevators and see there are two cars in it as well. One of them is mine.

The elevator goes down to the tunnel, the door opens and there is Hell Boy, holding a bunch of documents in one hand, and shooting away bad guys with another, while he is on a rickety bridge between two underground cliffs over molten lava. I start screaming for him because I don't want him to fall.

Thats about it.

Abandoned Business Park at Night

I'm not sure where my brain was last night, but I swear I didn't watch any weird or odd movies the night before. I think I'm just naturally weird. I embrace the unusual. Apparently.
Details of the dream as starting to fade, so I'm going to try my best to remember.
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A group of school kids, taken on a field trip up a big mountain and they unload the kids into this abandoned business park. Lots of business building, and a concrete walkway right in the middle but no one around. The kids are running around and everything, checking things out. Then some counselor says "when the sun goes down, whatever you do, don't be on the grass" and of course, the sun starts setting. As the sun is setting, all these disgusting slimy creatures start coming out of the ground. First their heads pop out, and they look like big bulging rocks from the earth. Then they push themselves out of the ground and they are these vampire bodies running around the place, grabbing the kids and eating them, sucking on their blood, ravaging, etc.
At one point I seemed to be one of the kids, because a woman comes up to me, all nice and sweet. She goes "come here my darling" and I start backing off. She reaches her hand out to me and says "i want to touch you", her hands starts to go towards my legs and I scream. She grabs me and feels my thigh, and her touch starts to melt my leg off.
As I'm melting from what seems to be an acid like texture dripping from these beasts, the sun starts coming back up. The kids that haven't been attacked run into the field trip bus. These creatures start panicking because of the upcoming sun, and so they grab all the remaining kids, and go underneath the ground with them, and go to sleep as the sun is up.
So meanwhile as these things are sleeping - me and some other kids, are wide awake. Under the ground, in total darkness. We see and feel nothing but dirt. We start trying to move out of these creatures arms (they are holding us like babies) and we start whispering to each other on how do we get out of here. Someone finds a doorway the side of a suitcase and we start trying to pull ourselves out of there, even with our bodies all ruined.
We make it outside, crawling in this abandoned business park, along the concrete under a hot sun. We are making our way through the place and then of course the sun starts to set. (short days!)
These things start to come out from under the ground again, and somehow we are hiding from them under the ground. Some are behind the glass doors of the abandoned business centers, hiding and hoping they dont get discovered. Some kids are still in the hands of these monsters, but they must have been converted somehow because they all seem to get along together fine = meaning, they are not being attacked anymore.

I know there was more to this dream, but its gone now.

White Coral and Relatives

Driving in the middle of nowhere. Ended up at an ocean. Two hotels near it. One extravagant looking one that is incredibly tall and unfriendly looking; another that is a single floor tiny guest house. I go to the tiny guest house and there is a front desk clerk who is a woman that is incredibly bitchy. I tell her I want room "24" but only for three nights. Then, to complicate things, I tell her that I don't want the room until the next night, because I'm waiting on my significant other. I guess I'll sleep in the car until he gets here.

So she gets mad and says that she won't know until I decide to actually check in and that they don't do reservations. Her assistant, a nice guy whispers to me that "dont worry, the guy in room 24 is checking out tomorrow anyway." She gets mad at him, and I walk out, waving goodbye.

I stand in between the two hotels, looking at the ocean. I decide to walk over the other tall grandiose hotel and ask the clerk if I can see some pictures of the rooms. He shows me a book of pictures, and I flip through them. Some of them have pictures of their huge ballroom. Their ballroom is covered in coral reef that is blue and lit up with a black light. In the middle of the floor of the ballroom is a huge white coral statue of Poseidon, holding a mortal woman. I'm looking at these pictures and I decide to stay in one of their rooms for the night, while waiting for my friend.

So they check me into a tiny room that looks like a ships cabin on the top floor of this huge building. Huge bed, tiny windows that overlook the ocean. Its incredibly dark and overcast. I'm walking around the room, checking it out. I look at the windows and see that the waves outside have gotten so high, that they are lapping against the windows. (Keep in mind, this room is at least 50 floors up.) I'm all excited and happy to be seeing the hotel covered in ocean waves. I call my friend and am crying, going "I wish you were here to see this beauty with me."

The next morning I check into the guest house that I originally wanted in the first place. The woman is nice this time. My friend calls and tell me that he can't make it, and I'm on my own. For some reason, I'm not surprised or bothered by this. I check in, and its a 70's looking hotel room with huge windows and glass walls that separate the rooms from the kitchen , the bathroom, etc. Suddenly, my relatives show up.

Its my aunt, my cousin Nathan, my cousin Dave and my cousin Tim. They decide to stay there with me. Everything is going fine, and suddenly my cousin Nathan starts acting like a brat and begins to throw temper tantrums on the floor, and is making everyone's life hell there. So I go outside to the night clerk, a nice young girl who tells me that I can put in him in a separate room they have there in the building. I drag him over there, and he's fighting me the entire time. I tell him to go to sleep (keep in mind, he's in his 20's while I'm doing this, a full grown person). He yells at me and says he wants to be part of things, etc. I go back into my area and everyone starts to see Nathan trying to open a door with this hands that is connected to our room. I go back to him, and decide to bring him back to the playroom that is separating the hotel room from his room - and everything is walled in glass. The playroom floor is covered in sand. Like an indoor beach.

I take him into this room, and I pass the band R.E.M. who is sitting there in this room on the floor. I tell them to keep it down while I'm doing this. Michael Stipes looks at his band and says "everyone got that?"and they nod.

I sit with Nathan, pull out a blanket and two play dolls. I go under the blanket with him and start acting out a story between these two dolls. The first doll is running around, with a deep voice, looking for underwater creative adventures. The second doll has a high voice, chasing after the first doll. The first doll finds some underwater plants with sparkling blue and silver strings, and starts pulling them out and swinging underwater with them. The second doll is telling the first doll to stop messing around. Meanwhile, Nathan is watching this and enjoying himself. My cousin David is smirking and being sarcastic, my cousin Tim is laughing and being upbeat and positive. The band and the relatives are watching from behind the glass, laughing.

Overcast Hick Towns and Balloons at PSB concert

I had a dream about PSB last night. I was in some home in some hick town, and a bunch of family was coming over for some event. All of the sudden, Neil Tenant of PSB shows up. He’s all quiet and calm. So we put him up in a small guest room. Little do I realize that later, it’s a room full of all my PSB fan books and vinyls and posters of these guys. I was so embarrassed.
Then the rest of the dream is hazy but he did a concert that I helped him put on in this small town. It was overcast weather and cold. I remember them singing “building a wall” song, and there’s only about 500 people cheering in the way back of the arena. It felt like hardly anyone was there, but they didn’t seem to care. There were balloons and shirts being sold on the side of the stage. (Balloons? I don’t what that means at all.)
Then him and Chris Lowe, the other PSB guy, have to go back to England. So I’m taking them to the airport and we’re all laughing and getting along great. We start making up a song together in the car. He starts signing all of my fan stuff and putting them in a pile. I walk them to their gate and wave goodbye. Neil and Chris are all jolly and making jokes (as they do in real life) they wave back. For some reason they are boarding a train and I’m just waving happily, telling them to let me know that they’re home safe. I get a text from Neil hours later that they made it. That’s all I remember.

Brain Sucking Alien Red Strings

I don't know how my mind was deciding on what direction to go last night, but I know it started with me in my old house as a 13 year old, lying in bed, petting my kitties and listening to music probably..suddenly I saw a very large grasshopper the size of my head crawling across my carpet with a miners hat on, and a red bright light attached to the hat.
He turned his head slowly to me, so that the red light panned its beam all over the room. I freaked and ran into my parents room and explained what I say, and they told me to go back to sleep.
The next day these weird stringy things were falling from the sky onto people's heads. They were red, veiny looking, and the size of long white onions. Whenever these things hit someone's head, the person immediately fell to the ground, shaking or convulsing, I dont know.
So here I am, running through town in the streets and there's chaos everywhere; people falling to the ground, screaming, feeling their heads in front of grocery stores. I'm having to dodge carts and vehicles driving out of control. Of course, some of these things would just land on the ground; never touching anyone. So you had to be careful you didn't step on them either, for fear of them attaching themselves to your foot.
It seemed to go to months later, where survivors were in a small house somewhere in the middle of nowhere, about 200 of us. Everyone is about to eat together and I go into the kitchen to see the guy who is cooking for everyone. I notice he has one of those things on his head. He looks up at me, and this creepy smile crawls across his face. I run into the living room, screaming "dont eat it! dont eat it! Its in the food!" (yeah, I know what this sounds like.)

Old China Markets and Cases of Money

The dream started with me, being someone else. I was a man apparently, in his 20's, sitting on a ratted blanket in a corner of a street in old China, while people were selling food and other things around me.

There I was, against the wall, for some reason down on my luck and depressed. Someone comes up to me in an expensive black suit which stuck out from all the other people in the market. They acknowledged me and asked if I was available. I said I was. They asked me to kill someone for a lot of money. Suddenly, I turn into Jeremy Irons. I'm now standing up, looking at this Chinese business man, and writing down a number on a piece of paper. I write down $2500 for the kill, $1000 bonus afterwards. I'm paranoid that the business man will laugh and walk off, or worse, kill me. He takes the piece of paper and says he'll be in touch.

Its the next day. I'm the young man again in his 20's. I'm sleeping against the wall again, nothing to lose. I am awoken by a little old woman with black hair and huge eyes. She knocks me with her cane on the head. I wake up and ask what she wants. She goes "Would you be willing to kill someone else for me as well?"
I wake up panicked, and she's gone. I realize it was just a dream. (within the dream I am currently having). I then see a limo pull up and a man comes out, throws down the hugest briefcase I've ever seen. They drive off.

I open it, and inside is layers of metal shelves, each holding huge packets of money. All I can think of, is how am I going to get this back to the United States.
I start carrying it around town, and go through this dark walkway of tents. A small Chinese man bumps into me and asks me to follow him. He's bald, with no hair, looking like a monk out of Tibet. He takes me to a temple while I'm dragging this briefcase. He points to a statue. Apparently, I'm there to do whatever magic I'm capable of, to make it move, or come alive. And I have no idea how to do it.

Going Blank on Stage

Odd dreams in the last few nights or so. I do remember one night vividly. I was in a crowd, watching my favorite band perform (PSB). I was in the front, moving along with the music. Then the lead singer, whom I worship, pulls me up on stage, and we start singing along together. Hah! What an indulgent fantasy.
He goes to the microphone and says 'this lady is going to sing our next piece for us!' and I was so excited. I got the microphone, sang the first two words of the song after the long electronic buildup...then went blank.
The music stopped, the audience went silent. I just stood there. "Um..." Then I say something stupid 'Guess I don't know this one!' and hand it over back to the lead singer, and trudge myself off stage.
I was so embarrassed. How could I forget that song? I NEVER forget their songs! I've been singing it since I was 16, what is my malfunction?
I woke up with the biggest feeling of humiliation.

I wonder what this all means.