For the last two nights I've had some really vivid (nothing new, all my dreams are vivid and usually linear) and also very disturbing dreams. I thought it was the melatonin that I had night before last, but last night I had nothing, and the dream still happened.

Night 1:
This one is not as clear in terms of the succession on events, because I've forgotten a bit of it. I think it was on another planet. I remember there being a plane/some kind of ship, but the purpose of taking someone away rather than bringing someone here. I remember that either I was pregnant or my sister was, but something had gone wrong - like I was ill/unwell/magically unfit/mentally unfit/dying or something, and they had to send me away. But I couldn't speak, or no one was listening? I remember strrrrongly being pregnant. I remember the planet was alternatively dusty yellow and reddish. And there was an aura of ritual and tradition around, that was simultaneously horrifying and suffocating, but also ... muting, somehow.

Night 2:
This was interlaced with the cast of Grey's Anatomy >>;; And, er, I think mostly I was Cristina Yang although I kept sort of moving in and out of perspective with her... which was interesting and doesn't usually happen to me. I think I was playing some kind of slightly childish mind games with him to get more surgeries, but there were a lot of sort of ... intimate moments. There was definitely a lot of flirting - the kind of thing where you walk by and your heart jumps into your throat and whatnot.

So we had a patient who needed a potion brewed, but because we screwed the potion up, the patient died. Also through the brewing process I kept wanting to explain that ... um "root 3/2" is the same as "five cube" (which it isn't, but it makes perfect sense in my head -- I think I meant that if you take 625 and divide it by 25 and then multiply it by 5 you get 125 -- though I have no idea why that expression needed to happen like that ><) and somehow this was connected with the brewing of the potion -- which I was not actively brewing, but I was involved (er, mathematically). But the patient died anyway, thereby, I think, pissing off his mobster type father.

Now it gets a bit confusing.

I changed perspectives with Izzie, who went to a hotel - which is DEFINITELY a hotel I have been to in my dreams in the recent past - where she had to treat someone. But when she was there, I seemed to switch into her, and it transpired that the mobster dude was trying to have people killed, but he also happened to own some airlines.

People were in fact killed- on the street. Two people were standing on the side of the road, waiting to get into a car that was for some reason full of spaghetti, and also it was white. Another car drove by and shot at the people, but hit the car instead. Then, the car stopped by, and two people got out, broke the windows and locked the doors, with the driver and a kind of man-of-all-purposes type person (very blonde, for some reason, very attractive) inside - both of these people worked for the old man on the street, who was probably the real target. And they threw a bomb in that they could detonate and left in their car. The man-of-all-purposes got out, through the window, though the driver (who was ... old, balding and rotund) could not. So the car flipped, and he probably died, but was obscured by the spaghetti.

Then, the scene (in my head) switched back to the hotel where Izzie/I had taken an elevator ride to the very top and come back down to talk to the mobster type man. While we were talking there was a newsflash, saying a plane had crashed in Singapore, a "multi-airline incident". And I remembered my dad is in Singapore (which he isn't, he is in South Africa, but he IS traveling) and major panic happened, in the dream, and I woke up feeling horrendously depressed and like ****.


...any interpretations? I'll take a "wtf" too >_<;;;