Library people in my dream

Once again it was one of those situations where I forgot that I had an interesting dream the instant I woke up, and then an hour later suddenly remembered parts of it. It would be nice if I could remember the whole thing sometimes. It makes the dreams make more sense, and also better illustrates their weirdity.

Yes, I said weirdity.

Anyway, my dream last night had a bunch of people from the library in it. Some of them in kind of an unusual way. Don't get after me for it. It was my subconscious, alright?

Like I said, I don't remember very much. The first thing I recall is driving down the road and seeing a sign for a building for rent. It was in a shopping center that was almost entirely shut down except for a Smith's where a Macey's used to be. Oddly enough the shutting down of this Macey's was in a dream several months ago. Same shopping center.

For some reason, I was suddenly struck with a desire to turn my etsy shop into a real shop. You know, a wand and HP paraphernalia shop to be called 9 3/4.

I didn't think I'd be able to afford the rent, since I work min. wage and everything, but I decided to check it anyway. It turned out that the building was more like a house than a strip mall shop. I could live in most of it and sell the goods from the front. It was really super nice inside, with new soft carpet and everything, and it was only 94$ a month.

94$ a month! Only in my dreams, unfortunately.

I was so excited about the cheapness of the price that my random desire to create an HP store blossomed in front of my eyes, and I immediately started filling out the forms. I wrote down all my info, what I wanted to turn the store into, and started planning out exactly what it would look like.

Then the owner took me into a separate room and made me drill some random claw shaped tube into the wall. That was a little creepy. The part here becomes vague, but the next thing I remember is that I discovered what the tube was for. For drinking my blood. That's why the rent was so cheap. Because it was a cover for this guy to come and slurp up some of my blood when he got the rent check every month. He was apparently a very famous wanted man, but I don't remember what he told me his name was.

I didn't let him find out that I had discovered him, but I ripped out the page where I had written all my contact info, and stuffed it in my shirt before saying that I would think about the offer, and let him know. Then I sprinted outside. While I was putting my stuff in the back seat of the car, the other side door randomly opened and shut. I looked to make sure there was no person there, but it still creeped me out.

I locked the doors and started rolling away before I even started the car, because I was so freaked out. To my horror, though, as soon as I tried starting the car, it wouldn't. So I'm rolling down the highway with no power to go, and no power to stop. (It seems that my brakes could slow me down a little, but not very much, as they got their power from the engine as well. *shrug*)

So I'm slamming the brakes hard, trying to make them work faster, but it isn't fast enough. I barrel through a fence, around some hydrants, and through another parking lot.

Here is another vague part. * transitional visual effects*

Now it is night. I'm driving to this large house in a big truck. I don't remember what the truck was for, but my sister was following in one that was just like it, but pink. There was a special truck entrance in the side yard. A patch of the grass descended into the basement, where we could park underground.

We kept knocking on the door to get the goods we were to deliver, and I kept playing with the switch that raised and lowered the grass section. Eventually, somehow that I don't remember, we discovered the reason that no one was letting us in is because there was a murder going on.

We broke in and searched around the house, and found a Bones style murder victim in the basement. We chased the bad guy around, but he got away. So we went upstairs, and there was Julie Andrews sitting there. Only it was like in a movie, so her name wasn't Julie. She was playing the grandma of one of the girls who got killed.

As if I were the narrator, I saw Julie head for the fridge to get us a snack. I saw the light on in the fridge before she got there, and I knew what she would see before she opened it. There she was, her mostly decomposed granddaughter sitting in the fridge with a wad of money in her back pocket that I was tempted to snatch, but didn't, since it was soaked in body fluid. Julie fainted. And I looked out the window and realized that Ezra (from the library) was the next intended victim.

He and Mandy were married and living in the next house over. (Like I said, my subconscious, okay? *shrug*) We were in the upper window and we saw him come out of the house and go into the barn. We knew the killer was in there, and we sprinted down to save him, but knew we'd be too late.

Luckily for Ezra, David was already in the barn. And the killer had him hostage. (I'm almost certain he was the same one from before who tried to rent me the house, because of the claw on his finger that he was holding to David.)We ran in, whacked the bad guy on the head just as he was about to rip out David's throat, and saved him just in the nick of time. We were shocked to find David instead of Ezra, and we had to make sure Ezra and Mandy were safe, so we ran out to look for them in the house.

We looked up at the house, and it was all sorts of creepy and stuff. We asked a neighbor if he had seen Ezra, but no one had.

That's where I woke up. We never did find out if Ezra or Mandy were safe, and David had to recover from a near decapitation. But at least one of the bad guys was unconscious in the barn.

Like I said, quite random, and would have been a LOT awesomer if I actually remembered all the details. Also creepier, and weirder. So yeah, that's my dream from last night. Or most of it anyway.