I remember three dreams.
I was in the bathroom to take a shower. That bathroom looked like a mix of the bathrooms I have had throughout the years and others too. When I was in the shower I saw a man so I started to scream for help and after trying to attack me he tried to get away by leaving though the window, while still screaming I got his feet so that he would not get away. Dad came in and I was able to get the man to get inside by beating and pulling him. By then it was like I was very high and I let him drop in the bath that was right where the window was and he hit his head pretty bad and I taunted him. By then dad had pity for the man.
Dad had to go out running errands and I told him I needed to go too. He was waiting for me, I had to do my morning routine because I was just getting up but I was adding things and taking more time than I am used to plus I did not really need to go out so I was thinking of a store to go to one that I had not gone in a while or one that I had never gone. I asked him while doing the routine if there was a Rossy here or I was thinking of another city and he was that it was the second option. I finally was ready and he waited eventhough he did not want to (he was pacing all over the house and outside) and I told him I needed to go to the small jewelry store near our drugstore. We went there then the grocery store (maybe the drugstore before the grocery).
All I remember is that I wanted to change my pillow.