Dreams between 3:30am and 1:15pm on Thanksgiving 2009

It's been a while since I've been able to remember my dreams as of late. I suppose I just haven't been sleeping long enough.

Dream #1:

I was driving home from work and spied the red and blue flashing of a police car. In real life, this fills me with insurmountable terror, yet in the dream I found it almost humorous. The officer was a balding older man with a light goatee and sunglasses (despite it being dark out). He asked me for my license, registration, and proof of insurance. I dug them up and gave them to him. He seemed very cranky about the whole ordeal, and went away without telling me why he pulled me over. I started to rouse, and the dream faded. I was happy for this - who the hell likes dreaming about being pulled over by the cops?

Dream #2:

I was a what I can only explain as the black equivalent of myself, and I was stranded in this complex with several other people in a horrible dystopian future. We were all fighting to escape, but I don't remember what we were fighting. Robots maybe, I don't know. I remember some of the people with me looked like superheroes, and one of them looked like Tarzan, yet spoke intelligently.

I remember a lot of running around on platforms that overlooked blasted landscapes and fire geysers and rusted metal. All but two of us went to go find an escape pod or ship or something. The other person with me was the spirit of a young black girl. The robot-things were after her and I fought them off with a long metal pipe. When the others came back, they had weapons and started fighting as well. I only remember the Tarzan guy swinging across the platform and burying a broadsword hilt-deep into the wall while trying to get a robot. He claimed that his miss was intentional, but I was skeptical.

When all of the robots were destroyed, everyone made for the escape pod. They said that someone had to stay behind, so I sacrificed myself for the greater good. Then I woke up. Happy Thanksgiving!