Laser Kittens and Antisocial Machinery

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Dream:
I find myself on a farm of sorts... I am not sure what type of farm it is. The people that live and work there are acting paranoid and strange. Apparently they are all being attacked by unexplained occurrences and malicious farm equipment.

Then they become overwhelmed by a fearful panic that a rabbit is trying to get into the house. I am near the porch outside the back door of the farmhouse, and as one of the farm tenants towards the porch and then away, I see an average sized jackrabbit casually hopping across the lawn and up the porch steps.

A fearless orange cat moves in to intercept the rabbit which is approaching the kitty-door built into the back door to the house. Then a Siamese cat sticks her head out through the little door to block the rabbit's entry further.

The jackrabbit gives up and hops away off the side of the porch, and out of my peripheral vision. Then I watched as the orange cat turns and stands up on his hind legs with his front paws up close to his chest, and fires a laser beam from his left paw, shooting at the fleeing rabbit. The red beam is as thick as the cat's arm, and a brilliant red hue. The cat fires two more times before dropping back down to all fours.

Some of the farm machinery is continuing to assault the farmers, so I went over to investigate. Something didn't feel right about everything that was happening. I started hiking up a hill upon which much of the farming machinery was being stored while not in use. It was surrounded by thick brush and some trees, and when I got to the top via the gravel trail, I could see some of the machines moving as if alive!

A gate closed before me to prevent my curiosity and all the machines stopped at once. I went back down the hill to bring someone back with me and show them that weird things were taking place. When we got back up to the top we saw the moving machinery which scurried back into place when it saw us there. This time the gate did not close on us, so we went inside.

Then suddenly two little people ran across the open space, from one machine towards another in the opposite corner of the lot. I began to wonder if they were behind the mysterious antisocial machinery incidents.

One of them had a knife and started cutting on me, and telling us that they were going to kill us all! There was a small building nearby, so we ran in and up the stairs to hide from the little people. An attack dog was sent up the stairs right behind us. He was a vicious golden retriever and was biting my leg. I picked him up and threw him down the stairs, but he came running back up and I punched him in the face which sent him tumbling back down the stairs.

I turned a table on its side and pushed it over to the top of the staircase and piled up more things behind it to block access to our temporary shelter. Then more people from the farm came running up the stairs, but I didn't have time to move the barricade aside. Luckily I found some rope, and helped them climb up over the railing to safety. Strength in numbers.
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UGly Bank, Gross Dinner, and the Beached Whale

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Dream:
I found myself inside an old bank. It's not very old; maybe just from the seventies or sixties. The light fixtures were awful looking, the ceiling was too low, the carpet avocado green, and the walls were covered in a fake wooden paneling.

I was trying to make change with a $50 bill, but I noticed that it was printed in the 1950 series.
"Oh no," I said to the Banker, "this is no good any more," but the banker told me the money was still good. Turns out I was still back in the day, and the money was still worth $50.

Then I felt as if I had the urge to use the restroom, but I did not want to use the one at the bank because the employees themselves would not use their own restrooms. There was a plant in the corner which seemed like it would serve my purpose just fine, but at the last moment, I changed my mind and decided to brave the unappealing restroom.

The ceiling in the restroom was barely over my head, not even six feet high, but at the urinals the ceiling tapered down even lower: so low that no amount of ducking would make it possible for me to stand in front of the urinals. The ceiling was rotten in places and full of mold and cobwebs, so I gave up and left.

Then I drove some friends of our family, my sister and brother-in-law to dinner. Since I was driving, it was my music that was playing. I became self conscious of my music, and wondered if my passengers would be able to appreciate it at all. I skipped ahead to a song that I thought everyone would enjoy, but as soon as I did, I heard scoffs and unpleasant words spoken from the back seat.

At last we had arrived at the restaurant, and we went in. We sat down at the table and set out the food that we had brought in our Tupperware containers. The food looked absolutely horrendous, and on top of that, the helpings were meager, so I left it there and walked to the back of the restaurant and out the other door.

As I was walking towards the goth club just at the end of the block, I met up with another goth on his way to the same place. We just got in when my sister came running up and announced that we were all going somewhere else and that it was time to go.

I left with them but I did not want to go into the other place with them. I wandered around outside for a bit, and came across a beached whale.

There was no beach in the area whatsoever. I approached the whale which was only about 30 feet long. It was still fresh, and might have been still alive. I climbed up from his tail and onto its back... that is when it began to stir; it was alive!

It craned its head over at me and tried to snap at me. It had a row of razor sharp teeth lining the edges of his monstrous mouth. He had a duck-billed mouth of a platypus, but it was big enough to eat a coffee table in one bite! I jumped off his back and stumbled away from the reach of his deadly mouth. He then slithered towards an open manhole and disappeared into the depths.
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