More weird dreams

Seriously, it's like I smoked crack and went to bed so my mind could go crazy on its own.

I don't remember how it starts out, but we're at this beach house. There are people running around playing in the sun and it's quite lovely out. On the way to the beach house though, I'm riding in this car with my parents and we pass by an ice cream truck! I don't think we stopped (by) the truck but the next thing you know, we're by the pool and I think my mom was turned into a robo-pet - and she's suddenly quite determined to roll into the pool to electrocute herself. There's this leash and I keep pulling her pack from falling into the pool and I freak out for sec 'cause she gives off this spark and think she's gone! But it just turns out that her battery fell out - and I'm all sad because she's a suicidal robo-pet. I carry her gingerly back to the beach house and then there are explosions. Walls of the house blast off, windows are gone, doors are gone. I'm standing in the parking lot now and walk towards our SUV (we've never really owned one - maybe it's in my dream 'cause I watched an SUV almost get towed yesterday). We're doing some sort of impromptu roulette/craps gambling game in the trunk and this group of black guys come over to join us. Except, I think they're trying to cheat and steal all our money.

So I'm sitting in the trunk with these people and watching the game go on, one of them gets this really worried look after a while and he's like "man...I can't do this!". He's all frustrated and leaves the car, his friend follow suit. (I guess that means we were winning all their money?) As they leave, there are gunshots and a group of gangstas come out of nowhere, dragging us out of the car. My sister and I are clawing at the seats to keep from being pulled out but they've got knives and guns and we aren't going to fight those. They grab us and shove us into the blown-up beach house (how? I don't know). We're separated from the guys and thrown into this room and a lump forms in my throat - something bad is going to happen. They start cutting off our clothes and I'm trying so hard to remember my aikido moves but they're failing my memory and my arm twist move doesn't seem to be phasing the guy, in fact he's laughing as I try to drag him around and sprain his wrist. He throws me aside and somehow his hands turn razor sharp - like Xacto knives - and he tries to cut us. I try to protect my sister and I think I half-wake up a little disturbed and then I fall back asleep (or maybe I imagined it) but I see images of these women who look almost dead, they're naked and bleeding. God knows what's been done to them.

I wake up again.

And some damn 1-800 number wakes me at 6:41AM. It must've been sometime during that dream that I woke and fell back asleep. Idk.

No more gambling in SUVs.