The First Dream I've Been Able to Remember in More Than a Year

Last night, I had a dream that someone was trying to poison me. I spent a good part of this dream trying to figure out who it was, and then the dream totally changed directions on me and started to be about my childhood friend who thought the rapture was coming (in the dream, I'm fairly sure she doesn't actually think the rapture is coming). 

After what seemed like days of fruitless searching, I drove to M.P. in a red car without tires or a brake pedal. All the while, I was asking the people in my dream: "Do you know who tried to poison me? Was it you?" but all they wanted to talk about was what was going to happen at school that day. 

Then I said to them: "Why are we even here? All of us have graduated from high school. Most of you graduated more than two years ago." Very few of them replied. One of them offered to drive my jalopy back to the parking lot.

I said: "Yeah, whatever, but seriously now. Someone tried to kill me. Can somebody please help me? You were perfectly accommodating a while ago. Why are you clamming up now?"

I wasn't even scared. The lack of response was just really annoying. 

Then I went to my friend's house. She had called me over because she wanted to protect me from the rapture. I still hadn't figured out who had called the assassination attempt on me, so I decided to just roll with my friend's plan, and figured the assassins would not anticipate me doing this. 

I was especially surprised because apparently, my friend now lived in the house once occupied by one of my other acquaintances, and my friend's mother appeared to be making either drugs or a stir-fry in the cellar (which didn't exist beforehand). My eyesight is pretty worthless in dreams. 

So my friend kept talking about the rapture, and I tried my best to convince her that no, I really did not believe in the rapture. She was having none of that, and decided that I actually did believe in the rapture, but was trying to convince myself I didn't. 

Then I gave up on finding out who the assassin was, and figured I'd do my best protect myself if it happened again. Someone came up to me, and we started discussing the conflict between Renly and Stannis Baratheon. 

I woke up to Dracula waxing poetic about the meaninglessness of his life, and the sun streaming through my very sheer curtains. 

"No!" I thought to myself. "I know I said I had given up, but I really do want to find out who wants me dead!" 

But then I couldn't go back to sleep.