One night of Vodka infused dreams

I had a dream that I passed a woman on the street and she asked me if I spoke English, and it was not me, but her who was so excited to speak to an American. I think she was a missionary, or trying to sell bibles, so despite the linguistic coincidence, we had nothing to say to each other.

I had another dream that Sandra Bullock and I hit it off really well and she confessed that Hugh was cheating on her, and kept this notebook - orange notebook, that, after our friendship was confirmed, she passed on to me to do something with it. Kami was personally really psyched at our relationship.

I had another dream in which every Friday, I would inexplicably undergo some horror. After the first two, I caught on and tried to keep someone around at all times. In the latest (I'm not sure how the dream ends, though this describes the last of those adventures). I was trying to open a package (which looked like a small, light blue, jewelry pillow) and goo came out of it, which immediately knocked me out. Upon driving, later, to investigate, I asked for a volunteer off the street to try touching it, and the same thing happened to him. Upon re-entry into the car, I saw that the side compartment was actually a pornographic video game. After losing once (someone's naked body burst into flames - that's losing), I refrained from playing despite wanting to get past the Friday night horror an continue with my week, because for some reason I decided that my mother was the best guardian for that night, and my grandmother just happened to be in the car. This is too Freudian to be Freudian. The previous "Friday night horrors" involved some kind of blood.