First dream I was at a cottage in the country when a large group of white people, women and men, showed-up. I did not know any of them. They seemed like hillbillies, not by their looks so much, more by their actions. A fight broke out between two dark haired men when one of them discovered that the other had done something, (I don't know), to a woman. The one beat the other down, then hit him in the head with what I think was a tanning tool. He was lying on the ground and twitching. Normally I might've done something, especially in my dreams, but there were probably forty of them, so I slipped away and was walking behind the cottages when I realized how flooded and marshy it was.
In the second dream I was eating onion rings and french fries. I was making myself sick, and I thought it was real.
Before reporting the third dream I hadn't mentioned a dream I'd had a few weeks ago: Ron had a swollen eye.
In the third dream I was out on a small field trip with my aunt, an old teacher, an ex-friend, and several of my old students, only one whom I recall being there. We were out to see a musical, but had time so were shopping in a department store. Somehow my ex had slipped-in and was smoking. My aunt found a sweater that she liked and tried it on. It was brown and black striped. My old teacher was raving, said it looked so good, but she can't be trusted. I told my aunt I did not like it, that it looked like Bill Cosby, so I was helping her find another. I was looking at a blue patterned one when my old teacher saw my old student, Dan, walking in the back of the store. She had something very derogative to say about him and said she hoped he wasn't late for the show as he'd be calling her, then rolled her eyes. I told her I'd spent an entire summer with him, reading Phantom of the Opera because it was his favorite. I hadn't read it before that, and told her it was very good. She walked away. I told my aunt that Dan wasn't so bad, and I really enjoyed bringing him along as he was so appreciative. I laughed and mimicked the little noises he made. I also said he was very sweet, although I would not want to piss him off. She commented that he did seem mild. Then, we four women went to the ladies' room before the show. Becky, who was not fat, but thin, like she was in high school, was hanging-out at the hand dryer, and said she was going to smoke a pipe. The look on my old teacher's face was classic. The rest of us went into the stalls when I woke.
