Satellites, body transplantations, and giant squid?

Wow, that was definitely a random dream that skipped about everywhere.

First thing I remember, I was sitting in a movie theater waiting for a movie to start, trailers rolling. I was commenting something to the guy next to me (who I didn't know) and this this woman started talking to him..and she was talking about me! I tried to listen in, and she was telling the guy sitting next to me how stinky I was. She said she had lots of kids, and I smelled like people had been spitting on me..and she knew exactly what it smelled like from her children.

I decided sitting next to these people wasn't worth it to watch this movie, so I left the theater, hoping Jake would see me leave and he would walk out too (I guess I went with Jake to the movies..but I never saw him and we weren't sitting near each other).

So this is where things get jumpy and I don't remember much. Somehow in this dream universe..they have a way to transplant people into different bodies. And somehow me and two other people were in the bodies of....stuffed animals? Yeah.. I have no idea. I don't remember exactly and what point we became stuffed animals, but it was before the giant squid attacking(coming later)......

So now that we were home, we decided it would be better just to watch some TV. We just had a satellite put it, and I was showing off to my friends how cool it was. We could actually change the position of the satellite with the remote! I thought it would be funny to try to spin it and waste the satellites rocket fuel.....

....and then somehow we were in the satellite watching it spin as we used the TV remote. For some reason I was trying to take pictures of the earth from the small satellite window. The pictures were looking cool..and I could even start to make out buildings and stuff on the earth! Those buildings were sure starting to look bigger and bigger in my camera.......

.......and that is when we realized we were falling from the sky.

We passed by some big skyscrapers in our decent from outer space, (it looked cool) and bam! We landed in the ocean. We started to sink, and we were trying to figure out how we were

going to escape from the satellite and get to shore. Well, we didn't have to worry about escaping for long, because two huge tentacles came shooting out of the ocean in front of us and latched onto the sides of our sinking satellite. A giant squid came flying out of the dark water and decided we would be a great next meal!

The squid wrestled with our craft for a while, and all we could think about was that he was going to crush our pod and we would drown. Maybe he would just give up, and maybe we would float to the surface(even though we had been sinking previously). Needless to say.. I think we all blacked out.

A man in white lab coat was reaching his hand into a large sea creature that sat on an operation table. He felt around inside, and he started pulling out stuffed animals from a metal pod that was inside the stomach of the sea creature!

My stuffed animal body landed on the ground, and I asked "doctor, can you speak English?" He replied "yes I can," in a British accent. Then I blacked out again.

I woke up again, and this time I was in a new body..of a human! But it was only a 4 year-olds body; oh well. At least its an improvement over a teddy bear.

I guess these bodies were grown from an egg for us, so 4 years had passed since we were rescued from the satellite. We started talking to the doctor, and he said we were over 4000 miles from where the crash happened, and no one knew that there were 3 people aboard the crash. We were lucky to be rescued. I told him that I had some pictures of us crash from outer space, and he seemed to act like those would be very important pictures.....

....and then I woke up.

----So yeah, quite the random dream. Good think we were in bodies of toy animals otherwise we wouldn't have survived without oxygen and water inside the stomach of some sea monster for who knows how long. Seriously, how does my brain put stuff like this together?

A different Dad, and the Mafia

Well, this one was way out in left field. I have NO idea where this dream came from.

So for some reason, I was at my grandma's house baking break, alone. Not sure why, but damn, I sure knew how to make some good looking bread. My dad called me up, and asked if I could help him out. He had to give a guy some money, and he wasn't going to have all of it for a few more days. He just needed some advance cash so he could pay his friend. I didn't think it was a big deal. My dad is an upstanding guy, has a good job and makes good money. He just needs a little advance.

So my Dad had me talk to the guy who he needed to pay. For some reason, it was a guy in the Mafia (he was from the Sopranos show i think). I told him I had $2000 right now, and my dad would have the other $3000 in a few days. He told me that it didn't work that way, he needed all the money right now. I then realized this guy was a mafia guy, and someone that shouldn't be messed with when paying off loans. So I told him I would get the rest of the money in a few hours.

It was then I began to wonder "why is my dad getting loans from the mafia? why does he need money so bad? Is he having affairs and paying prostitutes or something? Am I going to get the the other $2000 I loaned to him a few weeks ago?"

So I confronted my dad. Now this wasn't my real dad, it was my dream dad. He was like 5'5" tall (instead of 6'6") and really scrappy. I asked him why he was borrowing money from the mob, and what he was doing with the money. He didn't really respond, but just looked really ashamed. So i accused him of having affairs and cheating on my mom, that he was using my money to pay off prostitutes.

My "dad" got super red in the face, then started yelling. He said that yes, he wanted to have an affair, so he used the money to hire assistants at his work. But he hired them, and every time he tried to come on to them, the refused and quit. So he was turned down by every woman and hasn't been able to cheat on my mom yet, but he had been trying.

Well, I was pretty much disgusted, and I told him he was going to have to find his own way out of the situation, I wasn't going to help him anymore. I was going to disown him. I left and went to sit down by myself, and all I could think about was how I was going to tell my mom the situation. What would I say, how would I handle it. And I just started crying. I felt all alone, I felt like this was too much to handle. I really needed help, like everything had fallen apart. It wasn't just a few tears, it was all out crying. And it the more I cried, the worse I felt, the more I felt like everything had broken and it couldn't be fixed.

Then I woke up