i have a dream journal, chock full of dreams.
ahem
Here's all I can remember.
I can't recall what order some parts go in, but it doesn't matter much.
All I remember about this part is being stuck in a massive library, and finding some friends, and finding the way out for them.
The theme changed, as my brain unconsciously thought "wow that was boring"
I was on the ground in a city, I had my tablet, and I was wading through a weird, physically-impossible flood, when there were several cars driving by in traffic. I casually just opened the door of one and got in, and they told me something about my mom being dead, so I told a cop that was driving by, who apparently was going to do something about it.
Never head about the situation again.
Then, out of nowhere, the theme changed. We were on the "3rd floor" of a hotel (really high for some reason) we were going to my friend's hotel room, to stay for a while. The elevator was out of order (was more like a construction lift) so my friend aggressively shook it, breaking it. He got in trouble with some nearby construction workers, and proceeded to take the outside staircase (it was raining for dramatic effect) to get to his room. He insisted that I come, but i had every intention against taking the staircase on the side of the building in the rain. I later heard he fell off of it and died. I laughed (is death just a minor inconvenience in this particular dream?) and proceeded to ride a pterodactyl to my room on a lower floor (probably like floor -53 as the high floor was floor 3) The end.