Dream: Moths and Awkward Situations

Craig and I are sitting in the hands of a giant statue, each on the other palm. We have a stupid idea, one that could get us killed or in a lot of trouble. I have a light in my hand that shines either green or orange. In the distance I see an orange light. Our idea is that we use the orange light we have to lure in the giant moth, which is glowing in the distance, to us and then turn off the light and laugh at its confusion. It starts to turn around and come our way when we notice a car pull up behind us. Man and his very fat wife get out, aim a rifle at us and fire. A tranquilizer dart ricochets off of the finger of the hand I’m sitting. As he tries to reload I sprint at him as fast as I can, trying to get him before he has a chance to shoot. He drops it when he sees me coming and runs a little distance before taking cover behind a rock. The wife comes at me with a knife and I hit her with the gun and as she’s stumbling back I shoot her with the dart, knocking her unconscious. The man now has a handgun and before he gets off more than a couple of shots at me, Craig takes him out. We realize then that we are at a very odd looking crime scene and that we probably look like the bad guys as our attackers were fairly old and unassuming in appearance. We decide to hide in a nearby school’s theatre. There are people in it still, all bundled under sleeping bags watching the end credits of a movie and about to leave. Craig steals a sleeping bag as a disguise and we walk out of the theatre with the crowd. we realize then that we have to go to a harmonica jam session at the house where the people whom we had just been attacked by and beaten up live. We figured it would be awkward but went anyway. The wife comes in, bruise on her face from the butt end of the gun, carrying a plate of cookies and the man is sitting on his couch, sipping coffee and giving us the ol’ stink eye. My uncle Rick is there too, but has no idea what is going on between all of us. There are moths fluttering around the room the whole time and I start to hit them out of the air at random and the man winces every time I do. I then realize that he is either a moth as well or is using the moths for some evil plan; It was just common sense at the time. I keep smacking the moths to annoy him as I am still bitter about the whole trying-to-kill-me thing. craig and I keep making little remarks about the other night and how we came out on top and that moths are stupid and he can barely keep in his anger. My uncle leaves the room for a moment and the man finally lets known what he thinks of me. he tells me off, insulting me, my family, my upbringing and everything I hold dear. My attention slips and I look out the window at some windmills in the distance, completely ignoring his surely scathing words. the only thing I hear is mumbling nonsense, almost white noise, from the man and Craig laughing at how I’m ignoring him.