Abra

Dreamt that I was at a mall which was being ripped apart by some flaw in reality. Only some mall-goers were aware of the pandemonium, and even they didn't react. Others were caught up not in the chaos surrounding, but in conflicts of their own lives. I walked around telling dream characters not to cry, since all their pain would end at the end of the dream. Woke up after putting my arm around a teary girl huddled near a debris-ridden shoe store. The dream was in third person, and I was not me.

Dreamt I was with all the friends I made in a certain six day span. Someone had stolen our art, the art we made for each other. I even had a new mural on my wall for it, but it was missing. As was my parrot. Asking everyone relevant where I could find Nero, nobody had an answer. Finally, someone broke the news to me that I couldn't see her anymore--she had died. I start crying, but hearing Nero chirping and rehearsing in the real world, woke up.