Multiple dreams

One of the cooler things about remembering by dreams is that not only do I remember what I was dreaming just before I wake up, but I also remember other dreams I've had that night.  They say that you go into REM sleep about four or five times every night.  I'd say that I've been able to recall at least half of those dreams each morning.  Last night is a perfect exaple.

Multiple dreams:
  I was at work when a customer came up to me and said that there was a problem in one of the restrooms.  "Oh I'm sorry," I said.  "What's the problem?"  He stood there silently without answering and I realiszed that he was one of those who thought it was my job to somehow know everything that was going on at all times in the theatre.  Since I didn't, know about the problem in the restrooms, I now should have to go from room to room, stall to stall, in order to find out what this mysterious problem was.  I sighed, dropping the plastic smile that I usually wear for the customers' benefit.  "I don't have time for this," I told him and started to walk away.
  When he realized I wsn't going to check the restrooms at all he relented and told me that the plumbing coming off one of the toilets in the women's restroom was leaking.
  Going into the restrooms, I found that they wre much more complicated than in reality.  There was piping lining the walls everywhere, and the stalls were a veritiable maze.  I picked my way over mop buckets and cleaing chemicals to find the leaking pipe, whick was only the slightest trickle directly over a drain in the floor.

  I was in the mountains visiting my family at a cabin in the Masonic Park.  I was about to head home and needed to go say goodbye to my mom.  She was at an old abandoned military airfield at the top of one of the nearby mountains.  There was a clear path to get to the airfield, but for some reason I was trying to navigate it in a little go-kart.  I was making decent progress when I recalled that Mom was a ghost.  Then I realized that I was  ghost too, and it would be much easier to just evaporate and reappear at the air field instantly to say goodbye.

  I was sneaking into a government controlled building with Juan.  We weren't on any kind of mission, just curious and goofing around.  We managed to get into one of the sealed off areas and headed back to the main entrance.  The man at the door stopped us.  "Who are you guys?"
  "We're doing the installations," I said as matter-of-factly as I could.
  "Did you sign in?"
  "Um, no."
  "Well okay, just sifn in now and then sign out."
  Juan and I signed in on the sheet.  Overconfident, Juan made a note at the top of the sheet over the names column, 'must show ID'.  While he was signing in I saw a rack of x-rays going by into a high-security area.  They were of different people's skulls, and there was clearly a small piece of metal inside each one.
  Since we'd already established that we were supposed to be there, it wasn't hard for Juan and I to get into the high security area.  We went upstairs into some mostly deserted offices.  In one of them however, there was a woman in pink sitting at a table talking to an alien.  It looked like one of those big nasty ones from Signs.
  We crept behind a desk and tried to overhear what they were discussing.  "Some people are starting to ask questions," she siad.  The alien didn't say anything, but she acted as if it had replied to her.  "Yes, I know.  We could try telling them that it's a new form of therapy but I don't know how long they would buy it."
  It was then that I noticed someone else was spying on the conversation.  There was another woman hiding near another door.  We crawled over to her.  She explained in a whisper that she was a member of a group of abductees and was trying to figure out what was going on.
  "We should tell her about the things in their heads," I whispered to Juan.  Our conversation was getting loud though, and I was worried that either the woman in pink or the alien would notice us.  We snuck out back through the door the abductee had used.
  As we made our way down a narrow hall I looked back and saw that the other woman had left the alien and was following us.  "Guys, we've got company," I whispered.  "Pink company."  The pink woman didn't act like she was trying to apprehend us, but we didn't want to take the chance of sticking around to find out.

  I was downstairs in my house trying to get the woodstove to light.  To help it along, I took some of my clean laundry and, stuffing it up over the ceiling tiles, proceeded to light the ceiling on fire.  There was some confusion as I tried to find a working lighter, but there were several already up there.  Eventually I found a zippo that worked and was able to light a few of the ceiling tiles on fire.

Then I woke up.

Too busy to write, but not too busy to dream

I've been working and running around quite a bit, so I haven't had time to sit down and write very much.  The dreams continue though.  Some are the full on stories that I'm used to seeing, but others have been snippets and fragments of thoughts.  Instead of new or only vaguely familiar places and people, these shorter dreams seem to be composed of a jumble of images and ideas that I can very easily trace back to their origins in the waking world.  Is there really a difference, or is it all just the same mental mush that's churned up during the night?

Fragments:

I was speaking to a parent of two young boys.  The parent insisted that since he didn't let his kids eat any sugar, there was no need for them to brush their teeth.  I tried to explain that there was sugar in natural food too, and that they should brush their teeth regardless.

I was watching Ghostbusters from the inside, a sort of disembodied point of view that floated along beside the characters.  This time though, when Venkman entered Dana's appartment in search of ghosts, he found them.  A disembodied hand played the piano while spectres flew back and forth through the walls and Venkman and Dana cowered in the corner.

I was a deposed prince or something, running through the forest away from men on horseback with a man obsessed with birds.  We found a cave where someone had kept a stash of random objects.  Among them was a Silby's Bird Guide, which my friend dove for immediately and clutched to his chest in relief.