I don’t have much here. Exams have turned my sleep into something of a turbulent ordeal rather than a nightly escape. Here goes, the other night first:

I am absent from this dream. The boys from South Park are gone at a weird retreat/camp thing. It turns out to be a cult. All of the town’s children are in a trance, wading in a shallow lake and chanting something. Kenny was hypnotized, but the other three characters were not. Stan and Kyle go off to try and solve the mystery of this cult while Cartman somehow ends up strung up off of the bow of a beached, colonial era ship. He manages to get out of the ship and somehow comes into the possession of a liquid nitrogen tank. He freezes one of the entranced boys and shatters him. He thinks this is awesome. He does it to pretty much everyone in the lake, including Kenny, without any resistance.

A nap from which I just awoke:

I have taken the car of someone in my family and am joyriding. I find myself driving to my grandpa’s old house (in real life, long since sold as he is dead) and go in. He’s gone, but he has left keys and stuff for some housesitter. The dream felt as if I am not supposed to be there. I feed his cat (real life – never owned a cat) and run around in the prairie outside his house (real life – no prairie). I then try to get to the cemetery, but find that it is no longer where I remember it being.