Sleep Without Aid: A Brave New World

Dream #1:
I take my dad and my brother to where I used to work, at Max Brenner: Chocolate By The Bald Man.  They are not happy with me, because I ditched the last shift without giving notice.  They don't want me to be there, and chase me and, suddenly a group of super-heroes or secret-agents up and down the stairs and through the air vents, ending abruptly as we jumped, impossibly, from a 4th floor landing to the ground.

Dream #2:  Hanging out with my boys back in Tennessee.  We're playing music and washing dishes, somehow simultaneously.  My best friend, Andrew, is asleep up in a loft bed.  We're washing dishes and taking cool pieces of furniture as we see fit.  We're really rocking out until someone notices Andrew stirring, and we hurry to the living room.  Andrew gets up anyway and screams at some unknown person blasting ghetto rap into his window.  My brother and I leave the house, walking through our old neighborhood, where we come upon a house that my mom foreclosed on(this exact house never existed, but she has foreclosed on a house in the past).  The house is in the same shape as when she left, as if she just got up and moved on.  At this point, my mom's in the room but I'm talking about her as if she's not; "So she just left it this way?  With all this furniture and everything?  Why didn't she just stay here?  She could have figured something out!"  Mom's crying.  I tell my brother that I want the furniture, and would he, if I paid for gas, help me bring a bunch of it back to NYC.  He tears up and shakes his head no very slowly.  I tear up as well.

Dream #3:  After a night of drinking, I end up at a cabin where snow is coming down interminably.  The sister of a guy I used to sleep with(and absolutely adored, incongruent with how he felt about me) is hanging out there, with a few other hipsters that I'm hopelessly not cool enough to talk to.  I feel uncomfortable, and I drink.  Then, the guy comes down, and speaks to me as if he's never seen me before in his life, and yet, propositions me.  "Hey, do you wanna come up to my room with me?"  I laugh and I say, "John, it's me, Sara.  We used to fuck on the regular about a year and a half ago."  The whole time I'm torn between wanting to sleep with him, and wanting to stay faithful to the man I'm with now, who I love.  I resign myself, in the dream, to sleeping with him, to cheating with cognizance.  But John's drunk, and I stay in that area between sleep and awake, waiting for him to make a move, and he passes out.  I, in the dream, am groggy in the morning, like I am usually after sleeping with someone(very little sleeping usually happens, even post-coitally), and I bitchily say I can't believe he fell asleep on me, with me wanting to fuck him so badly.