I think I might have battled some gangsters for some magic toothpaste or something. In the car on the way back from that battle, I am with a dog that switches back and forth from being my dog (large) to being a dog that my dad sometimes dogsits (small). He and I are competing a little over the tube of magical toothpaste (I don't remember why it was important. I think it changed flavor, but that was not why it was important). When we arrive at my house, we go inside. He goes to his kennel to rest and I go say hello to my mother. She sends me back out to the car because I did not bring in the toothpaste. After looking to make sure the dog is still where he was, I go back out. I get the toothpaste out and notice that the dog, as my dog, has followed me. For some reason, he wants to go into the trunk of the car (which is big and open to the rest of the car and where he usually sits). I help him in because he is old. Around the side of the car, I pause to do something. The dog, as the other dog, appears and I decide to set him on top of the car because he is small and I can. He moves to the edge and I jokingly put my head against the car, like a platform on which he can stand. The dog defies the laws of physics to use me as a staircase somehow.

It's night. I have been texting my friends all night, especially Emily and Will. Very, very late (early), Emily goes to bed and I am left talking to Will. I end up not going to bed at all and just staying up pacing my room all night. I don't remember what any of the conversations were about. The light (none from the window, but the light in the closet is on and the door is open) gives the impression of 3AM, but when I look at the clock it is 9:28 in the morning. I realize I should be getting ready for school (which would have started an hour previously). Picking out clothes, I am totally unable to content myself with any outfit. Suddenly, I can't remember if I am supposed to be at the theatre where I work (in the evening on weekends). My dad comes upstairs to make sure I am awake (I am at my mother's house; my parents are divorced) and I ask him to check the schedule. He tells me he will.

I have guinea pigs. Thinking back, if my closet door was open, they and all of their paraphernalia were not present. 

Earlier today, I remembered something else related to this that happened in another dream, but I don't remember it anymore.

At a local theatre where there is going to be a reunion of Grease, which I worked on there a couple years ago with Emily. It isn't the same theatre, but that doesn't really register. I'm with Katherine, but I am texting Emily that she should be there. The show starts when one man, who was in the cast and is sitting in the audience, stands up and just kinda starts singing the Rydell Alma Mater Parody. The rest of the cast stands up from where they are sitting in the house and joins in. They forget some of the lyrics, but it HAS been two or three years, so I don't really care.

Later in the show now, though not a scene that exists (something about one of the boys being gay. Like, there was a narrator singing about it.). Earlier, I was sitting at the back of the house, now I am at the front (and it is not the same theatre), but I am still with Katherine. We're either looking at a picture or watching what's going backstage (Both?) and I see someone I know from several shows. Perfectly normal. However, over the typical techie garb, he is wearing a BRIGHT BLUE leather pimp coat and hat. In hindsight, while it WAS that person, it might not have actually been that person. Like, his identity with someone else's body.


Also, I am starting to think that many of my dreams take place in the same general setting, because I can kind of recall seeing advertisements for the Grease reunion in previous dreams.

I saw one of my old drama coaches in the hall at school and we awkwardly chatted. I remember thinking that it was odd to see her because she lives in Oklahoma, I think, now (true in real life), but it did not become a lucid dream.