Yet another strange, strange dream

I've been having a lot of weird dreams lately...tis the musings of a chaotic mind, methinks.

This is the latest (from last night/this morning):

In the first part, I was with my friend Noelle and my ex-bf, Adam. We were driving and I saw my mom's old EMS partner, Brent, and I actually remembered his name, called out to him and waved as he went past and he did the same. Then we went to a carpet store (I have no clue why...) and my mom was working there as the salesperson, trying to convince us to buy carpet. They had two "store mascots", if you will: a yellow lab puppy and a really grumpy snake that never got taken out of its cage (I wonder why...). I carried the puppy around, and then I noticed that Adam and Noelle had snuck out of the store. I got really, really mad that they left me without even having the decency to tell me, because one of them was my ride home (I don't remember who was driving). I tried calling one of them; it rang once, then someone picked up and hung up. Then after a few minutes I found them across the street, selling vegetables in the farmers market. Noelle said she tried calling me, but there was no service. That's all I remember of the first one...

In the second one, I was at school and there was a fire drill. Everyone was under one of a few huge quilts/blankets, and it was freezing outside (though it's not anymore), but nobody took a blanket even though nobody had on warm enough clothes. We got outside and there was no snow on the ground. For some reason everyone had their shoes off, and they were all scattered along the sidewalk in a big group, so everyone was scrambling to find theirs. I found one of mine, but couldn't find the other until someone lifted up my backpack (which I didn't bring outside) and found the other.

Does this mean anything, or am I just losing my mind? (Well...I suppose it could mean something and I'm still losing my mind...)

Some of the medications Ive been on have given me the strangest dreams. It is a side effect you know. Cymbalta has been the best. I think I may have to start writing for Stephen Speilberg because Ive had some awsome horror stories come out of my dreams. In color at that. Good thing I like horror flicks although I rather not see them in my sleep. You just cant run fast enough when youre out like that!!