So much going on last night that I almost don't want to tackle it. A few recurring themes and other common dream elements, but in a big, long storyline that started around 6am and resumed (or at least felt linked) through multiple waking ups:
I have a 50# dog who has taken to sleeping on the bed and is a bed-hog and a 7-ish# kitten/cat that prefers to lay on my feet. Given that I like to roll over about every half hour or so, I'm sure this is affecting my dreams. Specifically, the dreams began with the dog looming over me. But then I realized that *my* dog was laying lower on the bed and this was a big strange pit-bull that had somehow gotten into the house without waking anyone up so I'm trying to wake up but I can't.
This transitioned into a dream where I'm in some big old bohemian house, I'm sharing one suite with my mother and someone is in the room and I'm trying to wake up but can't. Eventually I manage to wake up and go retrieve my pistol from the drawer to check out the house. Around this time a cute Asian woman who lives in another part of the house comes down because she thinks she heard someone in the house. Meanwhile my Mom has got up to do something and has turned on some different lights than the ones I had on and I can't figure out what switches do what. Anyhow, I start heading down the hallway and now I'm in a building at a nondescript older little university so I'm trying to keep the pistol out of sight because I'm sure I'm not supposed to be walking around my university carrying a pistol. The bathrobe and jammies is fine, but not the pistol. Eventually I get to the cafeteria just as Magnum P.I. era Tom Selleck dramatically stands up and once he's got everyone's attention, he deliberately dumps his ice cream sundae on the floor. Everyone has ice cream sundaes and apparently they are all somehow terrible. In a cost-cutting measure, instead of having a staff at the cafeteria, they just put out the food before people show up and you have to eat what's there. I do find some roast beef slices on an end table and have a few before moving on.
Not clear what happened next. Did I come back to the room and talk to my Mom? At any rate, I learn that I need to catch up with some people on a canoe trip but if I hurry I can, so I throw on a pack and start hiking down to the lake/river. On the way there, I see some people chopping up my TARDIS and loading it into a truck. I think in the dream it was on some abandoned/neglected public property but someone decided to clean it up so they got rid of it. I'm trying to get the crew's attention but they've only got 4 minutes to get the truck loaded. When they're done, the foreman apologizes for loading up the TARDIS and says I should've said something and that I can have it back if I can get it off the truck. So I take my backpack off and go in to get it. But now the truck is empty and when I'm in it, the foreman grabs my backpack and runs off. At this point I'm super pissed because at some level I realize it is a dream so I'm never going to catch the guy. And sure enough, no matter how fast I run, he always stays ahead just enough that I see him as he goes around the next corner. We get to, like, a bus stop or something and I'm trying to spot him in the crowd. Then...and this is a bit unclear...a couple guys happen to stand next to me and one of them sets something down to do something but when he picks it up again, he also picks up some money that is apparently mine. I call him on it so he does a smartass emptying of his pockets to show there is no money in them. So I start digging around in his pocket and just about the time I feel the edge of a bill, tucked way down inside, his buddy pulls some other con. And then I woke up.