My brother was suddenly there and it was decided that it was the drink I was looking for. I grabbed it as they finished up their browsing and stood in the cashier line. It was then that I discovered that I didn't have my money with me... but I could write checks. For some reason, I really didn't want to write a check so I asked if someone could front me the cash and I'd pay them back once I got my money from my room.

My brother got angry as his turn came up at the cashier... something about how no one should loan me money. It got confusing here but I started digging through my jacket and found my mother's coin purse... stuffed with cash. I decided to spend that and repay her with the cash I had in my room... problem solved. My brother saw the money and suddenly claimed that it was his, from when she had cashed a check for him. He tried to grab it but I held on. Then, this old, bald, toothless man butted in and tried to steal it.

Suddenly, the dream jumped, and I had most of the money. I got up to the counter and was no longer trying to buy a drink, but mail some big envelopes. I was trying to find the mail slot and the cashier, very annoyed at me, pointed to a file box. "In there." I tried to sort through the folders to find the "outgoing" one when she got angry again and said, "No, put it in the slot." Ah. The slot would put it in the right folder.

Blackout.

I was watching a play... then it spcifically became Andrew Lloyd Weber's "Phantom Of The Opera," then it suddenly shifted and I was playing Christine... but, it was no longer POTO because the scene I was in was never in that play. ALW was in the audience watching and the theater was like an old Shakespearian theater... all wooden... but it was in colonial times. I was in a fancy long, white dress and singing the finale song... which was a rousing and upbeat song... and hot damn, I was good! [I say that humbly, of course. *chuckles*]

At the end of the song, the audience even joined in. I had tiny finger cymbals on each finger [on both hands] that acted more like bells in that I could just shake them and they would sound like the cymbals. I was keeping the beat as the crescendo was reached and the song finally ended. I don't remember if people applauded or not. I walked off stage and people started talking about the play... almost like DVD documentary extras, where you can learn about the background and meaning behind a video.

Blackout.

It was the same time period... colonial... but sometimes mixed with medieval technology and settings. I don't remember why, but people across the world had began a quest to destroy the older races... most of which were some form of anthro-creature. One scene I remember was of an anthro-crocodile's head and neck [cut from the shoulders] being thrown onto an altar to be burned to whatever god these people were serving. The people who lived around that alter were now able to hunt those certain creatures. I remember one of the soldiers saying something about how the crocodile had been as strong as iron and that, if he had been any stronger, they would have lost.

The dream shifted so that all I could see were silhouettes of the action as people caught, tied, tortured, and killed all these creatures. I remember they always cut off their heads, from the base of their necks, and put them on an altar that would be dedicated to that particular species. Then the mobs of people and soldiers could go out and massacre said species... it was almost as though, by killing the first one and burning it on the altar, it would weaken the rest of that race, and make them easier to catch and kill.

One was tied to the front of a hay-wagon, a sword ripped out his throat but he was still able to scream for a while before they set him on fire. Another lady caught maybe 50 cats and strung them up... skinning them alive... again, more screams. A soldier came and she was proud to show him what she had done... but, she didn't know what to do with them now. Suddenly [I'm not making this up], rocks and some vegetables fell out of the sky [doing no damage and missing them completely]. The soldier laughed and said that they could make stone soup!

I woke up feeling pretty... uncomfortable at what I had seen.