I dreamed a mountain of documents had to be uploaded and they were named and numbered with at least five different numbering schemes. I worked on one of those live/work campuses where there are dorm buildings, and you live on site. And I think on site was in space, and we were going to have to evacuate the space station soon, but we couldn't leave until all the docs were in, though something bad was coming.
Then I dreamed that my two little buddies were playing with some green and blue frog toys, and eating birthday cake, but then somehow they got lost and when we found them they had their frogs and more cake, but they didn't know us anymore.
Then I dreamed I was being forced to try to cheat a casino owned by this huge Japanese mobster, a former sumo wrestler, who stalked around the floor wearing black and being terrifying, and I got caught. I managed to get away and ran out of the casino and had to make it home before a big storm hit. I could see an enormous funnel cloud forming in the sky above the French Quarter, and it would strike at sunrise, and I just HAD to get into my house first.
I ran down Canal Street, which turned into a twisted labyrinth through shops and small parks with winding walks that wouldn't take me straight. I started trying to jump barriers and go through closer doors instead of the front entrances, but the best doors were always locked. In one sort of cluttered, crowded rag and bottle shop, the proprietor, a historian who had helped me on a writing project, kept stopping me as I was trying to leave to tell me about his recent work.
When I left shops and was back on the streets skeezy guys kept grabbing at me and a few of them kissed me and their mouths tasted like vomit. I ran and ran and I slid and fell a few times in the muddy streets. There was a big piano sort of thing on Chartres, that you played by jumping on keys. I thought I could jump over it, but my heels hit the E and F keys, and slid out from under me, and I went down hard on my back with an awful dissonance. I just kept running and jumping and the cloud got lower and the sun was going to rise...
When I woke up, I lay frozen and unable to move for several minutes. My heart rate finally slowed down, and the cold sweat evaporated, and I got up more than an hour earlier than I needed to, because for once I had zero interest in going back to sleep.
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