Alice out of Wonderland

Once again, I can't remember the beginning of this dream, but the earliest I can come in would be...
There were auditions in a church building for Alice in Wonderland. Even though the play would be done in the community without any professionals, our funds never seemed to be a problem. So we were fortunate enough to be able to have any and all the materials that we wanted for our play.
i was in the play as Alice. I was wearing the blue dress and white apron and did my very best to act well for the sake of the play. At some point something or someone from the audience attacked me and I was rescued from the chandelier that hung above the set. Someone lowered it and I grabbed on to be pulled up just as a dark shadow passed below me then disappeared. The audience was frightened so I let myself down and pretended it was part of the play to assure the audience they were in no danger, though I myself wasn't sure.
I walked out of the play at some point and discovered that I was in a church building as I found myself in a hallway. The play was taking place in what would be the primary room of my homeward's church building. I walked around the building to come to the gymnasium and remembered that something dark was chasing me. I seized my the moment I had to hide, and slid under the stage where they kept all of the chairs, resting on cold metal carts. I wriggled myself to the very back and kept quiet, trying to ignore the uncomfortable metal that I leaned against; they felt like threatening knives being held to my back. I stopped breathing when I heard the perpetrator walking past my hiding place, it's claws leaving scratched in the floor and making a sickening scraping noise as it walked.

I don't remember anything else.

Tsunami in Las Vegas?

There was more to the dream before where I'm about to start, but I honestly can't quite recall what it was about.

I was in a very classy hotel with spacious hallways, tall ceilings, and luxury oozing from the polished white marble that shone in every direction. There was a lot of white/grey marble and gold, maybe a little bit of plush red, and sculptures, I remember a lot of sculptures.

Standing in the entry hall, I remember I was with a group of friends, the atmosphere reminded me of my choir tour to New York City, but I reminded myself that we were in Las Vegas. Though, when the group had gathered and we left the hotel to do some shopping, I found myself in Rexburg, Idaho! I looked behind me to see the hotel still just as it had been, but instead of a large city that it belonged to, it was surrounded by the little shops and short, winter-stricken trees of Rexburg. There was an almost embarrassing contrast from the grandeur of the hotel to the dead, and aching scenery around it.

We walked down the deserted block, and my friends wanted to turn left (towards The Craze) but I knew they would like it better on Main Street, to the right. I was mildly annoyed that they wouldn't listen to me, but I decided to go to Main Street on my own anyway. I remember approaching a short alley between two brick buildings, with a red train station across the street on the other side, when I suddenly found myself back in the hotel.

There was a dance party of sorts. My friends had all paired up and were dressed very glamorously, dancing recklessly to the music. At least I assume there was music, but I can't recall what kind of music was playing or from where. Some were dressed in 20s decade attire and danced jazz style, others were partyin' it up in the corner, with lots of booty action. (HM wonder where that came from *cough *roomates *cough*) Whatever the case, I remember feeling that this was wrong, and that I needed to say no, walk away, I didn't feel comfortable there. On the other hand I also felt very lonely, being the only one there without a partner.

I looked to a white door in a hallway on the wall side adjoining mine, and walked towards it. I wasn't sure how I knew, but I knew that my match was in that door. The closer I got to that door, the more memories I had of him. We were childhood buddies, he was always there for me, he was more of the silent type, wouldn't ever say what he was thinking unless prompted...etc etc, it went on and on.

As I placed my hand on the door handle, I remember exactly what he looked like. He was was a little taller than myself, with a darker complexion, brown, tanned skin, dark, slightly longer hair, and warm brown eyes. It was remembering his eyes that made my heart stop, and my hand hesitate on the handle of the door. Whenever those eyes met mine, I always saw so much emotion swimming in them. It was a curious thing, because the rest of him would never hint that he was feeling anything, but when you looked into those eyes, those beautiful eyes, there was no holding back whatever he was thinking.

As I walked into that room, I was met with an ordinary room you might find in the cheapest roadside motel. On the second bed closest to the window, he lay there, atop the covers with his arms folded behind his head. He had been looking out the window until I came in, now he looked at me with those wildly intriguing eyes. I crossed the room to him, and sat next to him on the bed. I don't remember what we talked about but I do remember what I said when I looked up to find my mother sleeping in the other bed.

"MOM! Why are you here??"

"Sh! I'm trying to sleep. You are all so noisy, I have a headache, can't you just be quiet?"

So with a confused look I shut up and looked at this boy, he just shrugged, got up and went to the window, I followed him, linking my arm through his. The view wasn't much. All there was to see was a shallow pool, with the wind making gentle waves lap on the artificial sand. There were a few people out on the "beach" tanning, playing volleyball, wading in the shallow water. But after a time, the water level began to get higher, and the people began to disappear. Soon the sunny weather was replaced with a partly cloudy, smoggy dreary sort of atmosphere. When I next looked down, the waves were rocking against the building we were in. The pool had become an ominous ocean, with huge white crashing waves just outside. The waves were giant! White foam was sprayed in every direction. I was terrified.

Since when did Las Vegas have tsunamis?

Suddenly my companion grabbed my arm and led me out of the room. (I noticed my mother had already gone) We were at a dead run, going up the huge stair case to higher ground. Already my feet were wet from the water flooding into the hotel. As we continued to climb the stairs, it seemed as if the stair way got narrower and narrower, and began to loose the grandeur of the fancy hotel. The lights above us were flickering as the electricity was fighting to stay alive. Every flight got harder to climb, and my legs were burning with the effort.

But then, I saw someone important pass us, heading down the stairs in the opposite direction! Who would be mad enough to head towards the water?? I wheeled around just in time to see Jeff (my boyfriend in real life) running down the stairs and around to the next flight. Where was he going and why? I couldn't think of anything more important than his own safety. I broke the contact with the boy I was with, yanking my arm from his hand, and as he began to protest, he was obviously very worried for my safety as well, but I gave him a determined look and he must have seen how important it was to me to go after Jeff, because he let me go. And go I did.

I was down the stairs two-three at a time, at a reckless pace, one misstep and I knew I could really hurt myself on the hard stone stairs. Soon I was back onto the fancy hotel environment. Where was Jeff? Why would he come back down? I searched the rooms, flinging the doors open, calling his name. The water was almost to my knees now, I knew if I didn't leave soon I would drown. But what could I do? I knew he was still down here, I couldn't leave for my own safety until he was safe with me. I remember getting to the very last room and finding it was locked. I slammed on the door with my fists, calling for Jeff to come out, or to let me in, just open the door. I remember the electricity finally giving out and I was alone in the rising water trying not to cry as I realized it was too late to get to the stairs.

Kind of a sad dream...but there you have it. I swear my mind really isn't this depressing. Only when I sleep.