One dream with many layers.
I was fighting crime with a Chinese martial artist, sort of like Jackie Chan. We were in a gas station store hiding out after we killed two guys. I told him about how I grabbed the guy's necklace, a silver locket, and he was frantic to keep it and got distracted enough I was able to drop him off a bridge. The necklace snapped off under his weight and was still in my hand. I opened it; a picture of the guy's wife was inside.
My partner was a bit sickened/shocked by the story. I tried to make him feel better by thanking him for helping me. My father had come to get me, and I lied to him about who he was, saying my partner was a fellow student from school and asking Dad for a few more minutes to talk about a project we were doing together. I wound up telling my partner I loved him, and he gave me a quick kiss. The sensation of his whiskers prickling my face lingered and felt almost real.
I left with my dad and we met up with my mom at another store. There were girls I knew back in high school there shopping for prom dresses. I remembered I needed to get a certain dress because I was pretending to be a delivery girl, but I didn't have any money and would have to explain to Mom why I needed to buy it.
