24 years in the slammer

Over the last two nights: stuffed toys and puppets in my apartment were coming to life and were after me, and I tried to pull the head off of one of them but his head was on a metal spring and it just stretched out the spring and made him even angrier. I had to ask H. to destroy them - figured he'd use a mallet or something. One of them was a very small stuffed monkey. I had all these other crazy dreams that night and I kept trying to remember them, throughout the night I kept reminding myself to try and remember. At one point I dreamed that I woke up from my dreams and jotted them down on a notepad next to my bed, and I thought I actually did it, but I just dreamed I did. And of course, that's all I can remember today. Last night I dreamed that I killed someone, but I can't remember who or how I did it. Then I escaped to Hawaii but was eventually tracked down and sentenced to 24 years in jail. Turns out that I was a fall-guy though, and there were lots of people involved but it was only me who got into trouble. At some point H. and I were in a room, and there were bodies laid out all over. There were diagrams for each body, pointing out various parts... it was very weird and vague. One of the bodies had a bone sticking up out of it that was broken and you could see the hollow inside. Then these red insects - they looked plastic - started crawling out of the bone. And then they (the insects?) were in this little model war plane and were flying around the body, shooting at a person standing over the body (?)

Mannequin head

Haven't been here in a while... sorry. I forget most of last night. But the first one was that I was holding a mannequin head in my hands and it was talking to me. We were in the kitchen and I had just taken it off the shelf. Not sure what s/he was saying, but we were somehow kindred spirits. Then I was kissing it. Then...I was visiting...you? And I guess you had built a new addition to your house, and it was huge and modern and white, and had a jacuzzi as big as a small swimming pool, and I never wanted to leave. But it didn't really fit with your old house. But we didn't care because it was awesome. Then something about horse back riding...I've been dreaming about that a lot lately. I also dreamed the other day that H. and I were having sex and then Hunter and H's mom walked into the room and of course I was horrified.