Interesting Dreams on Christmas Eve...

Although these are not particularly festive, here are some scenes from last night's dreams (yes, my dreams from this Christmas Eve).  They are in no way connected--that I remember at least...  They were just jumbled and vivid, and I was grateful when I awoke.  

1. I was taking refuge in a great walled city.  What was I hiding from?  Like all of the people from my hometown, I was hiding from the Storm: there was a great black cloud coming, gathering on the horizon.  Slowly, it crept towards the great walled city, threatening to overrun even that sanctuary.  Then, somehow, I became aware that the storm was after me.  I am not sure how I knew, I just did--with all of the certainty that comes in dreaming.  And so I mounted my flying steed (yep, it was like a flying tiger), and flew as far from the city as I could.  The Storm followed me.  The last thing I remember was flying, flying, flying--never knowing if the Storm was going to catch me.
2. I was at a bookstore, with my arms full of books that I wanted to buy, when it was announced that the store was closing immediately and no more purchases could be made.  I should have been worried about my safety--why were they closing early, after all?  Was there a security threat?  Yet all I could think was that I couldn't buy the books...  And I was greatly disappointed.
3. I was working at some retail place when one of my co-workers passed out.  The manager called 911, and then decided that it would be quicker to take the person to the emergency room herself.  (The hospital was practically across the street.)  On the way, however, my co-worker died.  It turned out that my manager had poisoned him--and knew that driving him to the hospital rather than letting the ambulance take him would ensure that he would succumb to the poison.  What had he done to earn her wrath?  I never learned, because I woke up.

As I said, not the most cheerful of dreams...  but dreams to document, nonetheless.