Don't dare steal my car

I know there must have been more....but I mostly remember my going to see a play/theater performance with my brother and roommate, Nick. I feel like I originally WAS seeing the performance with Collin Jensen as well, but later it appears otherwise. We go outside, and I walk up and down the street to find my car, and it is NO WHERE to be found. I feel like I am on the phone with someone, somewhat narrating, but I don't really know...

I can't find my car for the life of me, and my brain tries hard to make a white Honda Civic appear.. and it works ! However, it's a 2-door white civic, the license plates are for Kentucky (as are the Civic's that I am looking for), but it's not my car. I even try to keys because MAYBE it's my car and I jsut can't recognize it.

Ultimately, I need to accept the fact that my car is stolen. I find my purse and other "important" items in a parking spot, but my car is not there. I phone the police and try to relay the facts. They are talking to me, and I come to terms with the fact that it is Collin that has set me up to steal my car. The last time (in my dream) that I was at a theater show, my car was broken into, and I was telling the police that I remember Collin going to the bathroom for a very long period of time during that performance. [This is where I understand that the LAST performance was with Collin and THIS performance, Collin had just given me the tickets to go and was not in attendance himself.] So they want to talk to my brother, Nick. And I try to correct that Nick was not my brother, but Andrew was my brother.

I don't believe there was much of a resolution to the matter before waking up....

Multiple short dreams from when

I was traveling. I think by car. But my travels mostly consisted of my brain conjuring up some sort of a map, not actually being on a road. There were a group of people (like hippies) that would start walking once from Interstate 11 and take that road out to LA. I remember I-11 being closer to MD or PA. I remember comparing the distance of where the 11 started from New York.
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I was on some sort of bus, I think. I dont know where I was going or why I was there. It was full of people. I noticed that New Kids on the Block was sitting on the bench at the back of the bus. They caught me laughing at the thought that they were there. I tried to explain that I wasnt laughing AT them but at the thought that NKOTB was on the bus I was riding.

Later I was holding my right side. I had hurt myself, or I had pain. I think there was something on my jeans or belt that had pierced my body and I was bleeding. I tried to tell my parents about it, and they did not seem concerned in the least.

Im not sure if this is the same dream, but I remember something about Daniel being on a computer and playing World of Warcraft...and I wrote something down about a mall??? But that is not coming back to me at this time.
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The only part I remember is being at a diner table with Maranda and Bill and one other person. M and I were on one side of the table and Bill and the other guy were across from us. The table had a partition down the middle that separated Bill from the guy sitting next to him and me from Maranda. They were talking about how they were so right for each other. Or that they never found anyone better for themselves or no one good enough and that they were each other's best relationship.
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There were a lot of people at this house. Cynthia Nixon (Miranda Hobbes from Sex and the City) was there. She knew me somehow, and left me a gift upon her departure on this bulletin board that people were supposed to leave gifts on. I dont know what it was, but I have a feeling it was some sort of paper. Maybe an autograph.. or maybe there were a lot of autographs on the bulletin board, but hers wasnt?

There were a lot of dogs playing outside. There was a driveway / pool / lake area that they were playing in. Rick Ganz was there and I think had mentioned something about ADR.

While I was at this place, Kyle gave me a call. He brought it to my attention that it was our anniversary and our daughter's birthday. And there was one other event date, but I can't recall it. In the dream, we had a daughter named Alisha and it was her one year birthday I think. I told him I had thought about these events a few days before, but didnt do anything about it, because I wasnt sure if it was appropriate or if I should just let it be.

Many Dreams, part one

I had recently found or been given clothes that were in storage or had been borrowed. Either way, clothes that I owned but did not have access to until recently. I feel like there was a cafeteria, like an elementary school place. There were a lot of people in it. That and me trying to put on some of my clothes and make a cute outfit. I couldnt get past the tights it seemed ! I had too many options, and none matched my skirt options very well. And the ones that did, the skirt was too short for work or school standards.

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I was dying my hair red many different times. It wasnt coming out very well. The color would be okay, and then I would have large strips / blocks of hair that didnt have any dye on it at all.

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I was in a yard with my Mom and I think my sister was there. My parents had a baby, and they did not know where it was. I was distressed that they did not seem to care that they didnt know, either. There had recently been a flooding of the yard, and it was kind of swampy. My mother made a comment like "What, are you afraid of seeing the body crawling away?" It was not afraid in the sense of horrified by what I saw in the sense that I should be more relaxed about it, because there is nothing wrong with an infant child going wherever it pleased. I finally got my mom and sister to want to look for the child, and we were walking around the yard calling her name (Alisha, and Lisha Girl), hoping to hear her rustle if she heard her name. I finally came upon the baby, and it was dead. The head had been stuck underneat a beam on the back porch and she had drowned when the flooding happened. It looked nothing like Andrew's Alisha. It was just a pale-skinned baby's body. It had texture much like a lizard or snake skin that had been shed / molted. 

Earlier in the dream there was something about a woman or a teacher or class and it had a religious theme / purpose. I was supposed to go to the class... or I was NOT supposed to go, but I wanted to go or said I would go?? I dont remember much of this part except the feeling of being on a roof or balcony and looking down over a town.