I'm On Fire, And Now I Think I'm Ready

Mom was sitting in her chair, in the living room.
There was some sort of special occasion, and what I had gotten her was a gift card for books.
There was a card, and it had a long story//joke on it that took up the entire inside of the card.

At one point, I was having a discussion with someone about something we needed.
Whatever it was we initially thought we needed, we didn't.
We had procured it, only to find out that it didn't meet the requirements.

I was at a show, most likely Saves the Day or Motion City Soundtrack, because Claudio was there, and he was up on stage.
I said hello to him, and gave him a friendly punch, and a soft elbow in the stomach, and he greeted me friendly enough.
However, in his facial expression, he just looked at me like I was just another fan girl, that I was talking to him only because he was part of the band, not because I was a friend.
I had every intention to find him after the show, though, to get him to recognize me and to realize that I was there to see him and to catch up, not because of his fame.

Six Foot Turkey

It was night time, and the house was dim. There were intermittent lights on- a lamp here, a wall fixture there... Just enough to see our way.
All of them were low level, "warm" lights one might say.
I was with at least one other person, and we were being chased by Raptors.
The were smaller, no more than chest height - around four feet?
Dark green, and large foreheads (both long and wide).
We worked our way up from the basement, navigating thru unfamiliar rooms.
It was my house, or a house I knew, yet the set-up was still new to me.
I told my friend to keep going, I knew there was a cat in the house and I heard something behind us.
It sounded more like a cat than a raptor, but I wasn't certain and I wanted to protect my friend.
I was lucky, it did end up being the cat. A darker cat, possibly longhair, that almost fled into the basement when I approached it.
However,I managed to herd it the other direction, away from the oncoming raptors.
Although our group might've started out larger, and some people unfortunate enough to get caught, I never actually witnessed anyone attacked, only being chased by two or three raptors and they never seemed to make it to the upper level.

Bits And Pieces

For one bit, I was conversing with Alex via text messaging, about what the plan was for Thursday. One message in particular stuck in my memory, consisting of his reply: "Well that was the plan, wasn't it?"
Had I not checked my text messages upon waking up, I would've actually thought this had happened in real life.

Another bit, involved an odd looking hangnail of sorts, either on my thumb, or big toe. Or on someone's thumb or big toe, though I am pretty sure it was mine. And taking care of it was essential to some task about to be preformed.

Lastly, a group of people, traveling. We stop at a house, which I don't believe belonged to any of us in the group. Perhaps a friend of one of us, but I find that highly unlikely. It seemed that we were using the house for cover, to observe a coming storm.
However, at least one person was searching through the house, for something specific. Not just raiding the drawers.