Oooooooooooooooooooh lawdy here we go. 1: I wake up on a beach surrounded by about 25 of my friends from school at the time, with a massive forest of dead trees behind us, and a sickly green color to the water. We realize we somehow survived some kind of nuclear apocalypse. We also realize the beach is covered in some strange, white, cotton-candy like substance. So, naturally, we construct a city out of it and worship it like a God. The rest is a tad fuzzy, but I do remember somehow betraying the church and being crucified, only for the whole city to melt in the rain and the people curse the Gods for what they've done, then another bomb goes off, and I wake up in a cold sweat. 2: Ever had the same dream multiple times in one night? Try having 9 dreams all centered around you getting tortured mercilessly with horrifying, indescribable images and sounds surrounding you the whole time as you wake up from it every hour, on the hour, from 11 PM until 8 AM. I didn't want to sleep for a week. 3: Funny time now. I'm walking down the night-time streets of Seattle when I look up and see a massive building I'd never seen before. Apparently, it was a world-class Hotel/Restaurant/Mall/Casino built into a 50 story building, each floor being a different thing. I enter the building and start walking around, exploring. Soon, I'm tapped on the shoulder by two girls running by, who yell "You're it!" I chase them down throughout the whole building for around an hour and manage to tag them both. They then tell me, "Wow, that was pretty fun, but you should wear a sweater next time." I look down at myself to see I am, in fact, wearing a sweater, then wake up and say "Ta-dah?" out loud. 4: I remember nothing of the dream except the ending where I said "Oh, hold on, I have to spit," then proceeded to roll over, wake up, and spit a massive wad of saliva all over my pillow. I don't even know.