1) I was working in a small restaurant in Brooklyn, selling hot dogs. I was working very hard to make sure all of my customers had what they needed. Then there was these weird creepy small man/dwarf in there who was just straight up bad and acting all weird, and freaking everybody out. So I started staring right at him and telling him he had to leave, and then I said, “Sir, I don’t mean to offend you, but you have to leave right now!” And then I made sure he left, and went back in to console my customers.

2) I had some dream about being in France in WWII (not the first such dream that I’ve had), and we were in a house that was near what we knew was going to be a battlefield the next day. So we were boarding everything up, and closing all the windows, and securing everything. It felt oddly real. (The other France WWII dream I had a while ago I was flying in a bomber over France, and uh, something happened. I forget)

3) The last one might have been the best. I was living in some beach town, and was maybe in highschool or something. I don’t know, the details kept changing. But the key thing was that I had figured out how to make this parachute that would let me fly off the ground, cause it was so windy there. And this was a really big deal, because the year was around like 1890 or earlier (although again, this was variable), and everyone was quite shocked to see my flying around on my parachute. Oh, plus I was a teenage girl, toward the end. And I was flying and my parachute broke, but I sailed down safely. And then this cop/soldier was coming over to arrest me, cause it was illegal to fly around on parachutes. And then I went and hid on top of this cliff among all these WWI supply boxes.

UPDATE!

I just went and ate lunch at the little Mexican place, Loco Burrito, which is what dream number (1) above was loosely based on, except instead of Mexican food, I was selling hot dogs. Anyway, when I came outside, I was surprised to find that a hot dog shop had just opened up right next door! I had never seen it before this, and was, not quite alarmed, not quite amazed, but more just wondering what the hell that meant that I had somehow psychically dreamed about a hot dog place. Who knows?