Dreams

Last night I had two dreams that I vaguely remember. I'm still laying in bed, trying to record them for the benefit of all dreamers out there.

Dream 2. (Much better, likely inspired by my viewing of Terminator this past weekend)
I find myself in the death chair, which is outside on this particular sunny day. The death chair is where they kill the murders, rapists, the scum of society. Evidently I killed a cop. Trying to protect some damsel or poor soul from thieves and vandals I shot wildly and struck an officer in the FACE. The most memorable thing about my dream was that when the needles were inserted and the poison was released I didn't die. My arm went numb (I think I was sleeping on it). They took me into a room to rest, my mom was there. I told her I wanted to escape and we did. It was easy, like walking out of someones backyard (apparently the prison had been built for a movie and was then transformed into the tiny fortress that held me).

I ran for a bit, one of my fellow prisoners escaped by my side. I'm not sure who he was but I think he looked like a younger version of Jim Hauer. I remember being caught, walking down Florida Ave. They swarmed the street with police, taking me by surprise. I refused to cooperate. My arm went numb again. I woke up.

Dream 1. (Bugs)
I had a dream where my face was covered with bug bites. I fear this may have not been a dream. I have yet to check.