The Guitar and Mr. Nice Guy

Jimmy and I were at a store, and he bought me a red guitar (I think I said it was a Les Paul) before we parted ways. As I made my way through the store, I faced things like unisex bathrooms with no stalls, and there was a haunted house with pants that walked by themselves, but that may have been another dream. Once I got to the front of the store, I was playing and testing some chords as I walked, and a man stopped me and was demanding to use my guitar. I told him no, but he kept trying to take it. Luckily one of my bosses from work was there and made him leave me alone. I then ran into a nice young man who agreed to walk me to my car so that I wouldn't get hurt or get my stuff taken. I thanked him several times on the way out to my car. Once there, he agreed to wait until I was safely in my car before he left, so I put some coins in a slot on the side of the hood (apparently that was how you started a car in this world) and my car started. I told him I didn't have any money to pay him but could get him dinner or something as a thank you. He told me not to worry about it, so I gave him two small boxes of golden raisins and left.

Dog Man and the Pixie

I was at work and my boss was yelling at me for something like always. We then had to all attend a staff meeting of sorts, at which point we somehow started talking about how much it hurts when a pixie touches you. And how it hurts even more when two pixies touch each other. It's apparently like an electrical shock. He asked me how I knew, and apparently I was a pixie, so I killed him and ran away. I think my eyes even turned black. I fled the scene out to a Mayan forest type place with ruins and a lot of green. I also remember seeing a space ship type thing that looked like a child's toy with lots of colors in the sky until it flew away. As I was venturing around the forest place, looking at everything, I met a man with long hair and no shirt who seemed to think he was a dog. He walked on all fours, and I don't think he talked at all. Someone (maybe the police or other management from work) were following us, so we ran and hid in a bathroom that was under construction and filled with tons of orange cones like they use at roadwork sites. Unfortunately the people who were looking for us came in and found us and said something along the lines of how we couldn't hide from them or that we could have done better. I remember my mother being in the dream. She was in line at a check out or something and looked sickly thin. Another woman who was also sickly looking was in line in front of her. Anyway I woke up after they found Dog Man and myself.

The Demon In My Bathroom

I had several statues of people made, and I guess sold, but one of them was of one of my coworkers that I apparently had a crush on. I must have been a teenager because the bathroom in this dream was the one in my old apartment where I lived with my mom. I went into the bathroom one night and the statue was there. I guess I kissed the statue, and it came to life. I remember its once gray stone eyes turned brown and it started talking. I visited the statue every night to play out fantasies with a guy I'd never have. Then one day something seemed odd to me (about a living statue? -gasp- No way!) I went into the bathroom and found it sitting in my shower and I confronted it. I don't remember how I knew what it was, but I said it had to be a demon. Of course, it smiled a wicked smile and applauded me for finally figuring out that I had been kissing and cuddling a demon in disguise. I think I had a dog that tried to attack him because I remember he had a hellhound that he summoned to attack us. The demon dog looked an awful lot like the demon from Insidious as far as its coloring. It was red with black stripes in all directions. I tried to tell it to leave me and my family alone in the name of Jesus Christ and all those normal rebukes that people try, but it just laughed at me. I eventually left the bathroom and the apartment. I kept telling myself it had to be a dream because there was no way this was happening and trying to wake myself up over and over as I ran down the same sidewalk I used to play on as a child. I think my dog may have been with me, but I don't remember. I think I either went back home to face the demon again or it followed me, but just as that was about to happen, I woke up. I remember my mother also being in this dream, but I don't remember much about her. We may have spoken some, and I tried to hide my infatuation with the statue from her. There was also a woman who looked somewhat like Whoppi's character (whose name I can't remember right now) in the movie Ghost. She had braids and was wearing a yellow dress, and she was kind of big. I don't recall her role in the dream, but I think I saw her and talked to her like three times. She may have been the one who told me about the statue's true identity.