It was nighttime. I was in a house with my father and a friend. He was taking us through the house as some sort of lesson on how to observe, so we could solve puzzles more easily. We were upstairs, and at the end of a hallway, there was a door that opened to some sort of indoor carpeted deck that was over the living room. There were two ways to get onto the deck; through the door at the end of the hallway and through a door in the master bedroom. The residents of the house were asleep in their master bedroom, so I guess we were in some random house. As we were walking down the hallway, we heard noises coming from the stairwell, and we ran to the door to the deck. Just before I made it onto the deck to escape the sounds, I saw a shadow of a giant spider. We ran onto the deck and closed the door. We were behind a door that had a round doorknob; the spider couldn’t open it because it didn’t have fingers or thumbs. We heard ruckus from the spider in its frustration to open the door. This caused the people in the master bedroom to wake up and freak out because they couldn’t open their door either. I didn’t see them, but I guess they didn’t have digits either. The spider sounds subsided, and everything was calm. Then, all of a sudden, my father was not on the deck, and my friend and I see a bear tearing up the kitchen downstairs. My mother suddenly appeared with us, and we were all downstairs as well. The bear was right there just attacking all of the appliances and counter tops, so I stood there frozen in terror, hoping that the bear wouldn’t notice us. My companions apparently had the same idea. Then, the bear disappeared, and my dad was back. He asked us, “Could you tell that I was the bear?”
That was part one. I assume that the spider and house owners are all perfectly safe and sound. Their kitchen, however, was trashed.
I was part of a singing group with a girl, a guy, and Beyonce. We were all my age, 15, and we were in my living room. Beyonce and I went to my room because I had to talk to her about the band and her hair which was weird that day. She had quite short hair, and it was all pinned to her head with small claw hair clips. When we walked in the door, she took out a gun, and pointed it at me. I was told to hide behind my bedroom door. There was a gun aimed at me, so I hid behind the door. Then the guy in our group came to get us or something, and she made him go hide behind my bed. The guy and I were non verbally communicating, and we made a plan to attack and disarm her. We started to execute our plan, but he ran away before we were completely successful. It was ok though because I won the fight, and we went back to the living room. Beyonce magically became her current age when she saw a small baby in a little car seat thing. Apparently, it was Blue Ivy because Beyonce lay next to it and whispered while stroking the baby’s arm, “It’s ok, Blue Ivy. You don’t have to be famous if you don’t want to be.”
That was the second part of my dream.