In my dreams, well, I'm just crazy

The first time I woke up, it was around 11pm...and here's what I'd just dreamed:

I was in what appeared to be an old hotel...someone mentioned we were in Chicago. I believed them. There were approximately six of us, and we were running from something, escaping actually. I turned back toward a door as the rest went to wait for an elevator. I opened the door, turned on multiple sets of lights, and ran quickly down an aisle behind a series of desks, hoping no one was behind me and wishing I'd locked the door. At the last desk, I picked up three pairs of sunglasses that were apparently all mine. I hung one pair from my shirt, put another on my head and lamented that I had no location for the third as I ran back through the aisle, lights still on, and back out of the room to find the others still waiting for the elevator.

Yep. That's it.

The second time I woke up, it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 12:40am:

I was in a house of some sort, smallish, and kind of like an apartment, and it was rather empty. I don't think it was my house. In fact, I believe I was there taking care of someone's cat. And then I was in a grocery store buying something, maybe for the cat? It's hard to tell because I wasn't there long. And then I was either watching on TV or from a distant sidewalk, scenes from the TV show Friday Night Lights - which I've never watched by the way, but even I know it takes place in Texas. However, in my dream, it was taking place at Clemson. And Kyle Chandler was there, as the head coach of Clemson, but he was talking about moving to Texas. And basically, all I saw was him and some players, and maybe his wife, standing outside the stadium talking about it. And then, I was back in the house. And at some point, a friend of mine came to see me, and when he did, he left the sliding doors open, but there were curtains in front of them, so the cat, apparently, couldn't get out. And maybe there were screen doors too because a few minutes later, I opened the curtains and the doors and let two men in suits in who were looking for Kyle Chandler's character. I let them in and they weren't very nice, and then they just disappeared. And then my friend went to the back bedroom and I told him I'd be back in a minute. And then, there were bugs everywhere. Literally, everywhere. On the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling. All sorts of bugs. Some were flying, some were crawling, and I had no shoes on and I was stepping on them, and I knew they were there because the door had been left open, but I didn't know what to do, so I just turned off the lights and walked down the hall, stepping on bugs as I went, and freaking out the whole way. I got to the bedroom and my friend was sitting in bed, the covers over him - also covered in bugs. I took my sweatshirt off and started waving it around the room, shaking bugs off, freaking out further and then finally, just got in the bed and pulled the covers up.

And then, Praise God! I woke up. And when I did, I started thinking about what it meant to have bugs all over the place in my dream and realized that something is definitely bugging me. But what?

Thinking a little more about this, I'm now remembering another show Kyle Chandler was in that I loved - Early Edition. And oh yeah, there was a cat that played a big role in that show. I haven't thought about that show for years, but I loved it! Could this cat have possibly been that cat? Hmmm...

Somehow, I was able to go back to sleep, and here's the final piece of the dream that I woke up from at 4:41am when my alarm actually went off:

I was at what appeared to be a funeral and there were hundreds of people in the room. And I'm not completely clear, but I might have been Rory Gilmore or I might have just been observing her very closely. Lorelai was definitely there, and when the floor was opened up so people could say something about the deceased - no idea who it was by the way - both she and I told the crowd they couldn't say anything mean, and she was actually pretty mean about it herself, and some of the crowd got restless and even said she was rude. In the end, no one actually said anything and then she and I were in a hall, and I appeared to be in a wedding dress. I told her I'd meet her for dinner in a few minutes, and as we were walking in the hall of a hotel, a door opened and a man pulled me into his room. But then a second later, I was in the hall with a set of keys opening a door. And the room was dark, but I didn't turn on any lights. I heard talking, like from a radio, but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I sat the keys down by the TV and sat down on the bed, saying "Hi" at the same time and then realizing that's where the man I was looking for was. And oh, it was Logan Huntzberger. And I'm not actually clear, but I think we were married, but maybe it was his funeral we were attending, and maybe he was in hiding for some reason, but he said he missed me, I said I missed him too, and he pulled me into his arms and told me his new name, which, weirdly, was the name of a friend of mine from high school. And as he kissed me, I woke up.

I just really have no words for any of it. No words whatsoever.