Nightmares and Dreamscapes

Being home sick for three days has given me some...interesting dreams. I'll chronicle them here, since that's what I always do. 

The first one began with my family and friends sitting just outside my backdoor, having a party. It was dusk, and we were all sitting around a round table when a stranger approached. She looked like a cross between an alien-human hybrid and a shadow person.  Yes, I'm an avid X-Files fan.

She looked like a young African american woman, with red eyes and literally black skin. "A shadow person!" I screamed as she moved to attack. Someone at the party asked what that was. "A being from another dimension. No one knows what they want from us!"

I knew what this one wanted. She wanted to kill. She was evil. I slammed her head into the ground, and she began to deflate into a paper figure. I screamed about Jesus compelling her to leave, how God banishes her from this place, etc. The creature began to cry and I went on, in full-blown southern preacher style, to explain Jesus was sent here to die for us, and her only salvation lay with Christ. She agreed, became 3d, and said she'd leave.

But.

There was a small hair ribbon she needed from inside my house. I told her to go without it. She refused, asking to come in. I asked one friend to wait with her, watch her, while I got it. I went in to my house and while I searched for 2 seconds, all went quiet. 

I ran back outside; the creature laughed over the bodies of my dead friends and family. All but two were dead. I demanded why my living friend hadn't stopped the slaughter. No answer. I woke up instead.

And like an idiot, went back to sleep.

I was going home from work with my friend and coworker when we detoured into a frozen, snowy field. In this field was my Grandmother, who passed away last year. She looked fine, and was walking towards a bank. I stopped her, and she was glad to see me. She explained that she was going to apply for a credit card, that she just HAD to get this credit card. I followed her in, bewildered. Inside was the rest of my family, in line, seemingly unaware of my grandmother. My grandfather was there. What should I do? Do I tell him that his wife is alive again, or just wait to see how it played out?

There was a third dream, but all I remember is being unable to listen to an important voicemail and the members of NWA (as portrayed by their film actors) trying not to get killed by one another. 

I think I'm still sick.