Sugar Dreams

Last night I went to a birthday party and consumed a large piece of angel food cake, strawberries, ice cream, some sugar wafers and a piece of saltwater taffy.  We watched part of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and all of Skyfall.  Hence this dream:

I was walking into a tall, grey skyscraper in New York City with Sam and Dean Winchester.  We were meeting someone at the executive suite because they'd asked for me.  We weren't sure why.

We got in the elevator and we punched in 4B but instead it took us to a secret floor: 173.

We exited the elevator and found ourselves in a dark, grey hall.  We managed to locate the suite, which had a meeting room and a full bath (including a shower) in it.  I sat down on the couch and waited for someone while the guys checked out the rest of the floor.

A lady arrived (she reminded me of the Evil Queen on Once Upon A Time) and brought with her a retinue of business people; a secretary, some business men, etc.

As she started talking, I got the feeling that they were keeping us here for some reason.  I began to be afraid.  They were up to something.  We had to get out.  There was laundry on the couch so I folded it, desperately thinking of a way to distract them.  Then I realized I didn't have a bra on because I was folding the one I thought I'd been wearing.

I excused myself and went to put the bra on in the bathroom, only to discover I had, in fact, been wearing one.  The laundry just had two bras that looked like mine.  Apparently this was somehow interruptive enough that we created a diversion and escaped before anything happened.

Sam, Dean and I found an old, clapboard house to spend the night in (I think we were in Kansas) -- it had some secret rooms in the back -- a few bedrooms that were spartan in appearance, and then a dining room/kitchen with a bunch of junk, including a wall of Mr. Potato Heads.  Sam left to get something and Dean and I scoped out the rest of the house.  I looked out the back (the only window) and there was a field, with old machinery.  Someone's dog began baying and I saw that a person was coming toward the house.  I started yelling for Dean, but no one answered me.  I found a note on the back bedroom to say he'd stepped out too.  I was alone.  I kept screaming for Sam and Dean.

There was a nice, older man and his wife that lived in one of the bedrooms, and he didn't seem to think it was a big deal that I was there, but his wife glared daggers at me from a corner.  There was another older couple in the other bedroom but they didn't answer their door when I knocked.  The old man had wanted me to meet everyone.

I met another man (the one with the dog, I think) in the living room, but I was getting uneasy without Sam and Dean.  So I left.

Then I was at a large, national park with Stu's mom, niece and grand nephew.  I was holding Easton's hand and we were leaving, heading toward the car park. I was luring Easton toward the car (he *really* didn't want to leave) with bubbles and toy cars.

Then I was at a house in a middle class neighborhood.  I was still looking for Sam and Dean.  The owner of the house was Jeff Goldblum (he was wearing a greenish blue beanie) and he was fighting off a group of dwarves in his yard.  I raced outside and almost got shot with an arrow.  But I managed to get to them and join them before they stuck an arrow through me.  Apparently they knew me.  We were trying to destroy the garage and fight Jeff Goldblum (who was evil...?) but the dwarves had built something like a dog pen to fight from and it wasn't going very well.  Bofur and Thorin were so upset at the deaths Jeff had caused (or something) that when they came back from spying they fell into my arms and wept.  We all cried.

And then awkwardly, they fell asleep in my arms.  Kili started laughing but I told him to shut up because they were so exhausted they needed to rest, even if it was just for a moment.  When they woke up, we prepared to do battle one more time, and I found a black bow to use (although I'd wanted a sword) before Jeff swooped in on us from the garage.

We were fighting when I woke up.