The dream begins in a bedroom occupied by one other person--a man about 35--not familiar. We are asleep--he on one side of the room and I on the other. Then the scene shifts to outdoors--very much like woods at first. For some reason we are in a very old car (black) backing up across a road and into the woods. We are both wearing pajamas  and are intending to sleep in the car alongside the road running through the woods. It is very dark and I can't see a thing, and because I am not sleepy, I am restless. The scene shifts again and I am alone in the car driving toward someone' s house. The scene shifts again and I am sitting on a huge rippling terrace of the Alice in Wonderland variety. There are two girls--twins--about 16 years old sitting in white iron lawn chairs on either side of me and an older woman, apparently their mother, in front of me sewing. I am staring at one girl because she appears to be daydreaming and while so doing, I begin to dream myself. It has been broad daylight since I arrived here, yet I am dreaming a nocturnal sort of dream--awake, staring and sitting up. I can dimly hear a conversation going on between the other girl and her mother. I begin "waking up" and looking back and forth from the daydreaming girl to her sister and mother. The girl who was talking to her mother is now laying down on her back toying with a flower or something. A conversation ensues where I am saying, "I once wondered if one could dream both in the past and present tenses at the same time, and now I know," or some such thing. I don't remember the comments after this, but it was snide and had a tang of ridicule on the part of the reclining girl and her mother. The other girl is still daydreaming. I don't know why, but I feel a liking for the dreaming girl, and a resentment for the other 2 characters. They seem like Cinderella, an ugly stepsister, and a mean stepmother. Neither girl is pretty and I am not attracted to them. In fact, I feel a paternal attitude. The scene shifts and I am back in the old car with the man--he is driving and it is backwards again on the same road. He passes the place where we were parked before, and so he pulls forward to the place. I light a cigarette with the old-fashioned car lighter and there is some confusion about getting the lighter back in the socket. Then we are walking down a river or canal and it is no longer a woods, but a jungle. Then we are at a grassy clearing alongside the river and the man is sleeping on some sort of elevated platform with me standing beside it looking into the river. I see (the moon is very bright and golden) in the water a huge clump of black snakes are swimming and become frightened and climb up on the platform where the man is asleep. Then the water becomes mired with hideous creatures flashing their teeth up at me. The grass in the clearing is suddenly teeming with creatures below me and I am too afraid to sleep. I see a snake slither through the grass, and then a pack of bright green rats. Then there is a pack of black and white tarantulas (or some such spider) just below. They are enormous for insects and I throw something at them, trying to disband them. When I hit one, it became angry and jumped up on the platform in the dark. At this point I was beside myself with horror and bolted upright in my bed--turning on the light and feeling frantically for a spider until I had fully awakened.  The next dream that I had and the longest, most involved, concerned myself at my parent's home somewhere. The dream began as I was, it was late at night and I was asleep and I woke just in time to see my little sister, my younger sister, who is approximately 15, sneaking her boyfriend thru my window and across my room, headed toward another part of the house. I called to her as the door opened, "Diane," and she started to reopen the door and asked me what I wanted, but she knew what I wanted, so she changed her mind and went ahead and closed the door again because she didn't want to hear. I jumped out of bed and followed. I only recall getting to the other side of the house and looking out the window and seeing this boy headed off in the far blue yonder in his old beat up car. My sister never did reappear in the dream. What I did was to run outside and hop in my car, which was new, and began to chase this boy because I didn't like him, and I resented his being in the house and taking advantage of my sister. There is no indication and I never have considered that he was taking advantage of her in any sexual sense, rather he was taking advantage of her gullible personality, but she liked him and he wasn't worthy of such affection. For this reason I was tracking him down and I was chasing him the car. Somehow or another, he had an arrogant attitude about the whole thing. I could see his face as he drove, and it was as if he was pulling something over on me. Somehow the situation became reversed and he ended up chasing me, his car right behind mine. We were going down dark, narrow streets, very, very fast, just as fast as we could go--90 to 100 miles per hour, I assume. My dog was in the car with me. Great big dogs were running around chasing the wheels, large German Shepherds and collies and big mean boxers and everything were jumping up on to my car, trying to get to my dog and my dog was just barking at them and sort of coaxing them on. The size of these dogs was very exaggerated and they were leaping back and forth over the car like antelope and it was real frightening. Even though it was frightening in this way, I wasn't afraid. I was just angry that this guy was now on my tail and I recall as we sped along, we started to come up very rapidly in front of us, just someone who drove along, poking along. I tried to slow down and I slammed on my brakes. I could see in my rear view mirror that he was very tickled, very amused because he felt he had me under his finger. Even though I was chasing him, he knew that he had me, so to speak, over a barrel. I was becoming increasingly annoyed with this. As I slammed on my brakes, I barreled right into the rear end of this other man, broke the windshield and smashed up the front of my new car. I could see that he didn't care if he hit me, even though he had plenty of time not to. He or it didn't matter. He purposely slammed right into the back of me at which time I went into a most furious rage, which I think is the last I can remember. I think I woke up.