respectable, yet demented

Remember that freak who made a comment about her dreams the other day? Well, she obviously caused me to have some similar dreams! Okay, so last night I dreamed the following: my ex., E., lived below the apartment that Michelle and I lived in. I went downstairs holding some papers from my journal and a small blue journal that belonged to M. When I saw E., I was totally shocked and happily surprised! What are the chances that we would end up living in the same building! So we embraced, etc., and she was even tinier than her normal size. Then I realized my papers and little blue book were missing. I started to freak out, but E. didn't realize or admit the seriousness of the problem. I told her that I absolutely could not go home without Michelle's journal, and furthermore, I couldn't remember what I had written on those papers, and must find them! After a frantic but fruitless search, we went upstairs and I introduced E. to M., meanwhile contemplating how to break the news of the journal loss. Suddenly a bunch of E's friends showed up in our apartment and started taking over. They were users of hard drugs, to my horror. Before I knew it, Mich was high as a kite and telling me that I had to stay on the one side of the apartment for the next few weeks. I protested, since she gave me the side with no windows and two large TVs, and I don't even like to watch TV. But she was totally gone at this point, speaking to me rudely and implying a breakup if I had a problem with anything she said or did. I tried to get all the guests out of our apartment and lock all the windows and doors, but primarily I realized that I needed to change my myspace password. Of course, like in many of my dreams, the websites weren't working properly, and my goal was thwarted repeatedly. Then I was trying to take a shower and something about dyeing my hair brown or cutting it... I don't know... and finally I ended up in a bar with friends. I had a surge of great happiness, and I turned to my (unknown) friend and said, "I'm so proud of us, we didn't even smoke any weed!" And she said, "Yes, but let's still celebrate," and we turned to the bar to order drinks. Then I felt tired, and depressed. Suddenly, I was in the passenger seat of a car, being driven by a man, and he pulled up alongside a dark parking lot where my unknown friend was with another man and surrounding them, other people. My driver backed up and repositioned our view so that I could see this was no ordinary group of people but an obscure, writhing orgy. My friend was facing a wall and the man was behind her, pulling out his very large member and preparing to insert it. I also saw a woman in squatting position, bouncing up and down with a man behind her, and I realized I could hear the moaning and other sexual noises of all these people, and I rolled down my window just a little bit to hear it more clearly... then I woke up.