Freedom from Nazis

"She died in a mine! She loves you." Then peaceful clouds and music and light - end. <-- I dreamed a girl's mom died in Nazi Germany by the Nazis sneaking into her own home and shooting her. It was a documentary, but to me it was real. Freedom is worth the price that was paid for her, but oh! what a dear price!

Giant ogre robot

I dreamed I was in this Stinky cheese man-like fairy tale, and there was a giant ogre robot attacking us. We defeated it by getting it wet by squirting it in the face and then deflecting its freeze ray into it. In the end there was this game show host and 3 people who got to accuse each other, one by one, of who had the money, but the game show host usually pocketed the money because he always had it and nobody ever guessed him. but this time, the girl guessed him.

Crazy adventures

So I dreamed that Tom got this sand cruiser that looked like a Ferrari or something, but then he didn't show up at the beach with it, and he called me, saying there were these big pot holes blocking the way. It was blue. Then I was with my parents and telling them about it so they were excited to see this, and when Tom got there, he came in another car that was dark grey and had doors that lift up. I got inside and it had these skinny disks that I guess were supposed to replace CDs and DVDs. It looked really empty but then if you put your hand in the right place, all of these automatic things would come down like a TV and paper towels and stuff.

Then I was thinking to myself, "What a stupid expensive car if it didn't even do what it was supposed to and get across the sand." so then there was this girl; she looked like Hannah Montana, and she drove this car and jumped over the pothole/ditch and landed in the water, and, because of the high speed and design of the car, we (now I was in it too) kept driving on the water. At first I was worried about it sinking because we didn't own it and then when we would have hit a boat, we took off and flew around the bay. The problem was we crossed the Mexico border and came back, and when we came back there were all these police everywhere and I was yelling, "front left pocket!" with my hands up so they could get my wallet with my drivers license in it. I then replayed it in my mind and was flexing my stomach and crouching over this time in case they hit me in the gut when my hands were up.