The little girl in the door.

I tried so hard to remember this dream.

I think it started out with lots of rain and I was traveling somewhere for a show. I remember walking out of this room at a hotel/mansion with a little girl with long light brown hair behind me. I was chatting with her mother and in a split second, we looked away and the little girl disappeared as we walked through the door frame. What happened? Where did she go?

We came back in with the detectives looking at the crime scene. There was a set of blinds that came down over the door frame and a pop up glass door that came out from the ground. I remember seeing a little green alligator on the door as decoration. They pushed the door up and down multiple times unable to figure out what had happened or who had taken her. On the fifth time or so, the door jammed.

The detectives jimmied the door until it came off its wheel hinges and we sat a twisted clump of light brown hair caught in the wheels of the door. A sinking feeling came over all of us. It was her hair. Someone had taken and trapped her in the little attic area above the door frame. But no one knew how. I don't think she was alive anymore.

Sorry My Friend

I just recalled another dream where Jobo, Wanki and I were in Vancouver or something. We went to this huge ass supermarket and bought a cart full of stuff each. We pushed everything out to the parking garage and I was apparently driving a Prius. We tossed everything into the trunk and I went to pay for parking but they were like "oh you can't pay here, you need to get a stamp first or pay at the other counter". I didn't want the hassle. $224 for parking? You're shitting me.

I'm gonna find that damn stamp. Or go to the other counter.

We're all loaded up and ready to go. It's one of those dimly lit streets and suddenly we're not driving anymore. We sitting on top of some scaffolding about 10-storeys up with nothing around to protect us if we should fall. The piece of wired cement we're sitting on is starting to teeter. Oh snap. We're trying to keep all three of our weights balanced on this piece of island but we're losing it. I'm grabbing onto the edge for dear life but Jobo is leaning forward. Why? I watch in slow-mo as she topples over the side, headfirst into the cargo shipping containers below. It makes a loud THWACK. I look down in terror realizing my friend just went over and it wasn't good.

Eerily, after looking extremely discombobulated, limbs twisted in all directions (but no blood), she sits up. Wanki and I look down from our perch. How did she survive that? What's going on?