crazy dreams or story starters?

I have had some really crazy, twisted dreams lately (maybe it's a medicinal influence!).  I'm thinking that, maybe, just maybe, I could turn them into stories.....  I would love to hear your thoughts..

1) Letters to the Dead-- In this dream, I was doing a voice-over for all these letters... letters written by different folks to the same (and eventually a different) recently, dead person.  The writers all had different relationships to the person.  I kept getting the feeling that if only one of the writers could read what the other ones were saying then the second dead person wouldn't be dead!  I have no idea who the dead people were, but this  dream did happen at a time when I'd heard about a particularly tragic teen suicide in my town, and I was remembering other deaths.  I realized that I've been to 5 funerals in my life, four of which were for people under the age of 25.  Terrifying! 


2) Crazy Little Monsters- Think "Lord of the Flies meets Jurassic Park with a little of the Lost Boys thrown in there"... but not quite. I have no idea where this dream came from but it's not even the first time I've had it!  Anyway, it's some kind of social / sciency experiment gone all wrong.  There's a mountain and I'm climbing it  (who know's why!) and when I see that there's a pack of unruly, unkempt children wandering around, wreaking havoc in "their" woods, taunting me, teasing me, and even being malicious as I make my way to the summit.   When I finally get to the summit, the out-post is over-run with weeds and wild things and, wouldn't you know it, the radio is busted! I finally make my way to what appears to be the only working vehicle (incidentally, it was  a Red Range Rover, with one of those extended mufflers that looks like a pipe... so you can ford a river without flooding the engine!).  Just as I start up the engine, a crazy little kid, with superhuman strength (a girl maybe, with blondish hair, and crazy eyes), jumps like a frog onto the hood of the car, punching her arm through the windshield.*  Then the dream jumped a little and....apparently I had been hiking with a small group of people all of whom were spread out around this little out-post or village or whatever.  I heard this hideous shriek and my "screen" of vision flashed to a close up of someone (in my hiking group maybe?) pushing the dreaded red button, on some kind of electrical equipment which he had just uncovered from a pile of vines and leaves. 

The weather changed with that button push and suddenly there was thunder & lightening, not to mention freezing winds and snow! I guess it had been warm... like on the Savannah.  Meanwhile, I'm trying to drive, with this crazy little monster kid in my windshield, everything is going crazy and then there's an earthquake, which sends us all rolling down the mountain. 

I'm not sure what else was happening from there... the dream was very fuzzy, as I kept wafting in and out of consciousness, but, what I do know is that there was some kind of creepiness, as these eerie feral children were tumbling down the mountain with us.  Seriously... where does this stuff come from??!!


*(Ahh.. I just figured out where this windshield part came from!  My dad's car has needed a new windshield forever because a big rock bounced up and put a crack in it... right in the line of sight for the driver.  We were talking about the replacement issues earlier today!)


3) Running from Chile--- I know exactly where this dream came from.  This was in the early period of my recovery.... the time marked by almost constant watching of 24 episodes. Oh, how I love Jack Bauer.
So in this dream I'm on some trip, apparently in Chile.  When I walk into a shop to buy a soda, there was a huge explosion and suddenly I'm being dragged along by this Mac Guyver/ Jack Bauer type, who's mumbling something about having to go across the street and get me a new passport.  The whole context of this dream is a little odd (ironically, it's the most normal of these three!), but basically, I'm in the cross-hairs of some wild & super-secret international operation and suddenly find myself separated from not only my group but also my passport.  The government is after me, chasing me down at nearly every turn and I'm desperately trying to travel north, by hook or by crook, to make it to the US border before the bomb  explodes or something like that. I had visions of riding in one of those chicken buses... you know the kind of broken down dead suburban school bus that's living out it's second (or third!) life as mass transit in a third world country... the kind that is stuffed to the gills with people and all their crap, including chickens.  Who just travels with a loose chicken?! So, I'm running away from Chile to get back to the US, sneaking across borders left & right,  all without a passport.  I hope I make it!