Ski Camp

I got to go sky diving! TWICE! It was non-traditional, like I was on or in something, or holding something, but I can't remember what. But I was soaring through the air to the ground. Safely. And it rocked. Afterward I thought to myself, "I can cross that off my bucket list now!"
I also went skiing. We must have been somewhere down around MO or AR. The ski slopes were a little lacking in the snow department... and they were carpeted underneath. So they were kinda like steps, because I don't think there was another way UP the slopes, except walking up them. Some spots had more snow than others. And I think more than anything, we were sledding and sliding down- on our backside or stomach (which was by the way, slightly terrifying with as steep as the slopes were).
Later on, my family/group had to find a church for something, maybe a meeting? Or baptism? I'm not sure. But while we were there, I watched some wedding designer commercial to get ideas for the future. Our friends gave us flack about which church we chose. There were not good options. There was one church that had quite the fanfare on the ROAD every time we drove by. They were along the side at a stoplight, so when it was red, they had their little banner thing, and then when it turned green, one side flipped open (onto the road), sort of like a purple (nylon) carpet, except going across the lanes of traffic. It was actually pretty neat, just a "little" excessive. Other churches were booked with such short notice, or too expensive. So we found the cheapest one we could. And it suited our needs (whatever they were) just fine.
Earlier in the dream, I was at some kind of camp or something. I stayed in some cabin, because I remember having to pack up all my belongings...and almost leaving without some. Which then made me wish I had started packing the day before. I remember I left food in the fridge, but otherwise, I think I got everything. There was a little girl that would hang out with me. I'm not sure who she was, but she was sweet and quiet.
When we had to head back home, we were not sure how to get there, so we thought, "we could follow our Tennessee friends a little ways, but we wouldn't be sure when we should be turning the opposite direction as them in order to get back to Iowa. Maybe I can get the woman's cell phone number and call if we think we are on the wrong road."
We took a bathroom break before we hopped in the car... I was wearing several layers, as I would when I ski. My dad and I went to a caibo, but there weren't actually walls- it was like a swing/harness hanging from a pine tree. Several of them together (in a square-ish formation) composed the bunch of port-a-potties. I chose one next to my dad, ( =S ) and decided it'd be best to take down SOME of my layers, since I would be sitting in those clothes for several hours in the vehicle, Dad agreed. I asked if I could just take them all down, and he said it probably wouldn't be a good idea. But I kinda started to anyway. I hate peeing in my clothes.

Colorado Birthday

I was with some people; the same people kept showing up throughout most of my dream. I can't remember what we were doing, but I think there was a dog and/or cat there, too.
I was given two photographs, both practically the same. They were of a town in Colorado with houses, lights and mountains in the background (I can still see it very vividly). One of the pictures looked neater than the other- it had more lights on (it was a night shot).
It was my birthday, and someone had made me a sign that said Birthday Girl or something similar on it. I decided to stick it on the outside of the car window that I was riding in. I was taken to my birthday party. It was similar size and style to my actual party that I had this year, but different people. In fact, there were people there that when I saw them I said to myself, "what are they doing here? I don't even like them!" But I greeted one guy with a "long time, no see!" To others, I hollered their names and waved at them (as if we were a great distance apart).

P Ranch, Where the 'P' Doesn't Stand for Pizza

I was chasing some bad guys out of the house with a friend. I told her to grab something heavy (to use as a weapon); I had a paint can, she grabbed something really small that she could use as a weapon, but only up close. We knew they were upstairs, so we headed up. I wanted to just flee the scene (because this wasn't actually our house, so it was more that they were in our 'territory'). She thought we should fight them off, so we did, and we won.
Later on, I was looking for a restroom, and I walked into what I thought was one, but instead of stalls, there were barber chairs. I chose one next to a friend who was getting her hair done. The girl that was working in that chair came back and I asked if I could use it while she wasn't busy. She said yes, so she "tidied up" then left...with the chair. So all she left me was the "stand" that the chair was on. I knew that wouldn't work, so I gave up hope. Then my dad showed up. I told him the situation and he offered to hold my legs up over the chair frame. There was now a container of ranch dressing with several layers of seals and lids on the frame. I peeled off the layers, sat down and peed, but I kept my jeans on. Though it doesn't make sense, it worked in my dream. There were people walking over, so I put my hands in my lap so they couldn't see what I was doing.

Strange Company

I was hanging out with a few girlfriends, and we were leaving to go somewhere else. There were five of us going in my car, so there wasn't room for anyone else. Before we were all in, some strange girl came over and stood by the open car door like she was going to get in. I wasn't in yet, and I knew that not only did I not want a stranger in my car, but there was no room for her. So I mean-mugged her, hoping she'd go away. She didn't, so I walked over and pushed her out of the way. Then she tried to get in the front seat. The driver (not me) had moved over to the passenger seat. Strange Girl got in the driver's seat, I saw that she was going to take off as quickly as possible, so I ran and jumped over onto the car to [reach through the non-existent windshield and] stop her from taking the wheel. I was successful.

Well, Shoot.

I had a handgun and lots of ammunition. I was being shot at by some guy who was supposedly a friend, so I was shooting back. I had a couple good shots, and I took a couple hits. At one point he held the gun up close to me, so I put my hand in front of it. He shot, and it didn't do much to me, except my hand stung a little, so it was relatively safe. Though if you saw the bullets, you'd be asking "how?"
There was a moving party, and there were several people that I knew there- middle school kids from 180 and adult leaders from Upward. I put food coloring in my hands (red, yellow, green and blue) to dip my hands in a pot of already-cooked food in order to make it a funky color. It was mac & cheese, but also had some Cheetos, Mike & Ikes and several other things in it. And it was much more liquidy than mac. There were some girls dancing and singing to the song "Good Girls" by Carrie Underwood. I watched them for a bit, because they were good. I couldn't stick around long because I had to get to work. Next door someone else was moving, too- my friend, Kim. Although she hadn't invited a ton of people to help her like the neighbor had.

Shy Guy

I was dating an 8th grade boy I know, Tooka. He was from an Indian reservation, but was staying in Iowa for awhile. He was always really quiet, and I barely spoke to him (in real life and in the dream). He gave me gifts, and I took pictures of them.
I got back from a trip, and went to see Tooka, but he was too shy to talk to me. A guy that was there asked me if I wanted to keep my job (babysitting) so the company didn't go out of business. Mom couldn't pay the bills (she was my boss); I didn't want to keep the job, but I felt obligated to. I wanted to find a job at a coffee shop or something.
Tooka's ex-girlfriend, Libby, talked to me and said she watched out for him while I was gone (afterall, shy people need taking care of). Libby was young, cute and nice, so I was a little jealous that she was spending time with Tooka. She said she tried to get my friend, Edwin's phone number in order to call him and let him know that she wanted to take care of Tooka while I was gone. That way, nothing looked fishy. But Edwin doesn't give out his number, so she never contacted him.

Sylvesterous Ignorous

I was talking to a few people I knew, one of them being this nice boy who kinda looked like a guy I once [regrettably] dated. And not far away- within ten feet- was the guy I dated, Sylvester. I was ignoring him, as I always do, and talking to my friends. Usually I'd just as soon keep plenty of distance from Sylvester, but since I was talking to Nice Boy and not Sylv, I was content.