A Dream in Cameo

In this dream, I'm visiting my childhood friend Samantha and her family in Texas. It's an awkward visit, as it's been a long time since I saw her and we don't have much in common these days, plus it was sort of a visit on convenience I was spending the night in between travels. She goes on to her computer and talks to Robert. He asks to come over, but she doesn't respond. Then we go to bed, but hear knocking at the front door. We don't answer but the knocking gets louder and angrier until Samantha's dad got up, none too happy himself, opened the door but Robert was gone. Then he called the police. We spent the rest of the night filling out statements for them. I was having lots of difficulty with mine because they gave me crayons and paper towels to write on at first. Then when I finally got some actual paper and pen, I didn't want to write it because it would take too long and I needed to leave but they wouldn't let me type it. It had to be hand written. Then I didn't know if I should include the entire history with Robert or just the events of the evening, the former would obviously use a lot of time and paper. Eventually Sam and her family all left. I went back into her bedroom to get a little sleep before heading on to where ever it was I was going. But before I could, Ravel came in. He said he wanted to say goodbye to me before I left, which was sort of sweet. So we did (during which I was leaning down from the top bunk) and he put on this leather jacket that had fringe from the cuff, up the arm to the armpit then across the chest and back down the other arm. (I'm pretty sure I saw this jacket on a sitcom from the 80s or 90s recently.) Then there was another Ravel, and he was kind of cocky and yelled at the first Ravel that they needed to leave. This Ravel was wearing a sort of cowboy type outfit, but it was made out of crocodile skin and very shiny so quasi-modern, like if Project Runway had such a challenge. Then the fringey jacket almost made sense. Together they were like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. And that was pretty much it.

Then I was taking a nap between classes and in my dream, I was looking at my roommate's clock, my clock, my ipod, my phone and my computer from the bed that I was actually sleeping in (which is possible with some maneuvering) trying to figure out if it was time for me to get up and go to class but all the clocks had a different time and I couldn't figure out which was the closest. It was kind of frustrating so I just decided to make sure and luckily all the clocks in reality were more precise, although not necessarily accurate. In the scientific sense.