1 and 2 dreams

Whenever I dream I try to figure out what they're about.

I was part of a dream group for a little while.
They are fascinating but a little beyond that they breathe little messages into our lives.

They make us reflect and sometimes shock us into reality.


Dream #1  I was in a Cubs stadium or Soldier Field or something crazy like that.
I went to buy a hotdog but the person at the counter was asleep. So I just went in there and stole a couple hot dogs. Then a couple masked people with black hoodies stormed a court yard with mac 10's and started opening fire. I got scared and ran back to the hotdog stand. The guy was still fucking sleeping.
I dove near the food and hid. They were looking for me. I was really scared so I just locked myself in a large freezer. I heard footsteps outside the door and was sweating a bunch.
They left.
I was then on the run somewhere in Detroit. I ran all the way around this big lake thing. But then I went up these steps and into someone's hidden apartment. The odd thing was no running water and I had to take a shit. Dear god, I am not sure what any of this means at all. But I was transported from the apartment into a similar building with a big-ass body of water. I was in Alaska now.
I looked out the window as a large warm mug of coffee greeted me. My mom or dad knocked on the door and knocked me out of my dream.


Dream#2
This happened today.
I only remember pieces of it. I am not sure where I was but there was a couple houses around me. My brother was screaming and I was wondering why. It was basically dusk and I was worried. I owned a Land Rover for some odd reason. The day began to shift to a little darker and it was time for sleep? I was sharing a house with a girl. This girl was wearing black pants and a black shirt. She had red hair but I never caught her name. She came home and went to sleep. Like I said we shared the top portion of this house. We basically slept in a loft setup. Yet, it was weird? Where the fuck did she come from. We also had a garage on the bottom. My brother yelled once more from across the street. The scenery was again painted with getting darker but it was white suburbia. Also, stranger still was the fact that this green jeep just sat there. I freaked because I looked out of the window and the Jeep moved. And clearly someone was in the Jeep. But it just kept moving. I locked the windows and door leading up to the lofty room. The girl didn't give a shit. She just fell asleep. And I fell asleep on her.
Good, that the person in the green Jeep never got us.

Two entirely different dreams. Whoa! I am not sure what to make of either of them. Maybe the first one I don't like people with black hoodies lol. Or people with guns that shoot others.

Maybe the second one I need a woman and not to ever buy a green Jeep?