[Kitsa]

Last night's dream was long and complicated and came together in a way that I don't remember, but I know part of it involved going to a large theme park auditorium to watch a Logan's Run Carousel-style ceremony that was reviewed as "a wedding with a bad lamp". In another part of the dream, I was a ballet student named Louise whose father had been married many times. He tried to come to my lessons but the teacher was a bitch and wouldn't let him in.

Still being Louise, I was in a lakebed that was in the process of drying out. The bed was mud...soft, but dry enough to walk on without getting sucked down into it. All of the stuff that people had thrown in the lake to get rid of was there in the surface of the mud. I remember finding three tiny guns...they looked like a hybrid between 50s movie ray-guns and real pistols. Two of them were engraved with the names of the Japanese secret agents who'd gotten rid of them.

I was scared of the guns and didn't know what to do with them (keep them? return them?) when my real-life brother came along and scoffed and shot one, and some beam that came out of it did something harmless. But I was terrified that there was some sort of homing device and that now that the gun had been shot, they could come after me.