Fitful Sleep- a few nightmares

1.
Kyle was with Grace. He gave me a long letter I never read but I drove around a lot. All of his friends came over my house. I was burying my clothes in the front yard. I had bought each for six dollars and was selling them for eight to whoever could unearth them.
Everyone was in the creek in my backyard, swimming with inflatable pool toys.
The bus was upside down when I boarded it. I escaped, others didn't, I abandoned my luggage.
There was a forest in front of my house. A man was there in the house and I didn't have a weapon. Other girls walked in. Some were held hostage upstairs.
The phone was dying and no emergency numbers were working. The bus driver was controlling the phone lines. Isabel picked up; she said she would call the police and fire department.
They never showed up, but guns and more kids did. A complicated sequence of events followed, full of bloodshed.
I thought the worst was over. The men had been killed.  I remembered the girls upstairs- they were in a secret apartment and I'd never met them before.
"We're fine," the oldest said as she rose from a high-back chair and crossed into the kitchen.
I knew there were more men coming. I saw them through the trees. I ran, and there were others running too, most on different paths. I followed them to the road.
I saw a figure I'd seen for a brief time at the beginning of the dream. A boy was standing at the edge of a path, wearing an ivory cloak and a long jackal mask made of black and gold glitter.
I couldn't decide if I was afraid of him or not. He approached me in a group of people and began speaking in a voice I recognized, though I couldn't place it. His hand opened and a wooden bead rested in his palm. It could destroy everything. His hand was covered in glitter. I took the bead from him and threw it into the forest. I remembered then that the weapons had turned into water guns.

I woke up to my fingernails bleeding and the rose I'd left out to dry had fallen from the nightstand and its petals were broken.

2.
I killed my cousin, Charles. He was after me, trying to murder me by throwing things at me in the dark as we ran across forest and fields at night. We fought each other. He was part of a world enemy. I heard a piece of good news from a soldier on the path, but then the army charged at me.  I ran and fought.
Charles caught up to me. I killed him before it was me. A news reel played out in front of my like a hologram when I had final doubts about it; all of the crimes he committed flashed before me and when it stopped, only his head was left on the ground. A little boy nearby ran away. I strangled Charles still, and his head turned into a Styrofoam skull.
I was in my living room. I lifted the layers of carpet, plastic and wood and buried the skull there.

I woke up at the hotel and walked outside to retrieve the dead grasshopper I'd hid. It was headless when it wasn't before. I put it in an empty Pocky box and stuck a band aid over the lid. That day I talked to my aunt about Charles, how he's shipping out soon for the army, but I didn't mention my dream.

3.
My sisters, my mother and I were boarding a plane to move to another country because there was a great war going on. We were Displaced Persons.
Before that I was climbing on stone walls with Elita, trying to get away from a pursuer. There were train tracks and everything was mud-colored.
My sisters and I ran through a crowed subway and terminals, an underground marketplace that was part of the plane. We went to an open deck on the top of the plane and my mother pointed out hundreds of metal hot air balloons floating against a red sky.
We landed. The people closest to the opening hatch were half-decomposed with their skin falling off and they were talking about anthrax poisoning the city air. We all left quickly, holding our breath.
Dad met us at the house. We lived in a compound of Displaced Persons in a tiny apartment that was blue paneled on the building's front. Exposed pipes sprung leaks of fire, and I felt the whole world was going to catch if one burst.
We made a meal of beans and sauceless pasta and saffron rice. Hundreds of other residents were sitting on the decks outside. I went outside to stand on ours and I could see the hunger in their faces, so I offered our food to them but was reprimanded by my parents because we hadn't eaten any yet.
Going into town was a risk. There was a convenience store on the corner that we often went to, and the cashier and I became friends. She told me that this was the safest place in town, so long that I didn't walk around alone at night. I said I wouldn't.
Money was running out, so I laid out all of my clothes and books to be sold. My grandmother came to the sale and said she'd take it all, and then she gave everything back to me after she bought it. I realized I didn't have any room to keep it all.
The last thing I remember seeing is my little sister, lying down at the edge of the woods, wearing a white dress and her tie-dye sweatshirt. Her eyes were blank.