<This dream was so bizarre and included so many people from my High School that I have not thought about in a while. I would love to hear an interpretation of what this dream supposedly means about my mental state, because it is a doozy.>
The dream began at my apartment at nighttime. My boyfriend asked me to run to the store to get us some Cokes and something sweet to eat. I was super pissed about it because he was going to make me walk to the store by myself at night and my apartment is not in a safe location. I reluctantly leave and get to an enormous Kroger but realize immediately it's closed. I keep walking onward and come to another convenience store that doesn't have any doors. I walk in but notice all of the lights are off and the manager tells me in an annoyed voice that they just closed. I call my boyfriend and tell him that everything close-by is closed, but I tell him we should go to "Poshmark" because "it will definitely be open" (I understood Poshmark to be a typical convenience store in the dream, although I believe Poshmark is a site to sell clothing in real-life). When we get there it looks like a giant craft store. I immediately ditch my boyfriend and go to the bargain-bin section. I start grabbing a ton of useless junk like a frog key chain, a sparkly beauty blender, a ton of tiny toys, etc. Suddenly I hear sirens and notice a guy sprinting past me and out the door. A herd of police officers follow him and stop beside me. The area surrounding them is flashing like the lights on cop cars but we are inside with no cars present. They tell me the guy they are after is PD (a boy from my high school). I gasp and tell them that I went to school with him and that I'll help them catch him. They tell me to ignore him and that they're going to Cracker Barrel. PD apparently had been on the run for a while. I ignore their orders and sneak out of the store to find him.
I'm in a dark neighborhood and a group of kids are following me to help look for PD. I tell the kids that we should split up to cover more ground when suddenly a group of PD's friends runs by to distract us. The kids with me fell for the distraction and sprint after PD's friends, but I walk in the opposite way and notice PD sprint into an empty house. I chase after him and grab his arm. I pull him into my body into a tight bear hug and command him to stop running. He gives me a confused look then immediately turns into a tiny jellyfish. I grab him with both hands and he wraps his tentacles around my hands and wrists; he doesn't sting me, though. He looks like one of those cannonball jellyfish but with a few long tentacles that he wrapped around me. I suddenly start to weep and say "PD please, they're looking for you! Stop running! If you turn yourself in now, your sentence won't be as bad!" He tells me that he doesn't want to see me cry for him. Still sobbing, I cry out "It's a drug charge, right!? (I don't know why I knew that) That's not a death sentence! But if you keep running they'll kill you!" He tries to squirm out of my hands but I grip his tentacles and body tight. "STOP RUNNING!" I sob. "I have to take you to the police!"
As I walk towards the Cracker Barrel to turn PD in, I notice all of his friends following me (I specifically noticed CH, CS, HK, and CF- people I have not thought about in years!) They tell me that PD doesn't deserve jail time and that they'll lie to the police so that no one will believe that I caught him. Still sobbing, I ignore them and walk into Cracker Barrel. I continue to plead with PD to turn himself in, since I (somehow) know the police will kill him if he doesn't. He remains silent but holds my hands with his tentacles. I give him a hug and pat the top of his head (the bulbous part of the jellyfish) and he grows curly hair on top. I'm happy because I think this will help the police to identify him. I am overwhelmed by how many people are in this Cracker Barrel and have a difficult time finding where the police are sitting. I ask all of the waiters but no one is able to help me locate them. Annoyed, I cry out "Does anyone know who I can give him to!?" A girl in a wizard robe (like the black robes worn in Harry Potter) comes up to me and says "We'll take the boy!" I angrily pull him away and say, in a very sassy tone, "He's not freaking Harry Potter!" Everyone around me laughs, which makes me feel very anxious and stressed. I then notice a huge banquet hall in the back of the restaurant that is filled with cops. PD squirms in my hands and tries to free himself but I tell him to stop and to try to talk to the police. He goes silent and acts dead and limp in my hands. Annoyed, I tell him, "If you don't talk to them when I get their attention, they're going to kill you and I'm going to shriek!" I walk up to one of the tables where the cops are sitting, hold up jellyfish PD, and say, very sternly, "I got him." The cops look perplexed and say to me, very condescending, "YOU got the perp (perpetrator)?" The police chief stands up and joyously says "You caught PD!" (I'm guessing he saw the curly hair on top and was able to identify him) I begin to sob again as I hand PD over to the police. Then I woke up, with my pillows drenched from tears and me still crying.
<I have no idea why I cried so much over PD in my dream. PD was always an asshole to me in real life!>
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