Unusual dreams

I just woke up from the oddest dream. I was living at my parents house, but they weren't there. I believe I was younger than I am today.

There was a small spider that could change shape, it wasn't a spider really but something like it, that was opressing me. I went to the flowered fence that seperates the driveway of this house from the driveway of another house. On the other side, there were two small mud/rock men. I plead with them for assistance, and they took me to their side of the fence and we spoke. Then the spider saw me.

So we went to their side and hid. But I knew the spider was more powerful than the rock men. It came over, and jumped on me, but I flung it away. Yet, I knew I couldn't overcome the spider, even with the help of the two rock men.

So I started to pray. The spider grew smaller, and hid under some trash. It didn't give up. The spider would look out from under the piece of trash (it was like the wrapper of a small chip container), look up, and fearfully put it's head back under the trash. God spoke to my spirit, and let me know that if the spider was to be defeated, I had to crush it while it hid under the trash. So I stomped on the trash while the spider danced around under it, making it move around. I crushed something under there, but it wasn't the spider. Then I crushed the spider.

I lifted the trash to look at the remains, and a noxious, acidic stench rose into the air and burned my leg. I quickly jumped back. Under the trash was a goo.

I had another, equally odd dream, immediately after this from which I awakened:

I was walking along the streets of Plymouth (where I grew up), I believe I was searching for something or running from someone, when I looked and saw the Birketts house. I saw Stephanie, a childhood friend, walking up the driveway. I called out to her, and walked my bike up her driveway after her.
"Do you know who I am?" I said. My head was shaved as it is now, but for some reason it was cleanly shaved right in the front, like I started to shave my head and stopped after one buzz.
I don't recall her reply. We walked to her house and started speaking to a woman that in the dream was her mother.
But her mother was talking what appeared to be nonsense. She was calling Stephanie by a different name, which I took to be her sister's (Elise?) even though in the waking world I believe Stephanie has only a brother.
Stephanie asked me about her bike. Did I know where it was? I said I did, and that it was gone. Her mother started talking about gold, and something different than gold, and then I was flashing back to something different but related, based on what her mother had said.

There were pretend people there, but they were real enough. Some were chasing us (they were uniformly green) and some were running with us. There was a whole "Guys and Dolls" or "Happy Days" 50's feel to the whole thing. These people looked like claymation or cartoons. They definitely weren't "real" humans. Perhaps what one would think of as faeries. They had accentuated features: big noses, big heads.

The police started chasing us all, and we got cornered. The next thing I know we're on some dock at night, the confused police around us, and one of the bad guys is acting stupid. Not stupidly, but giving stuff away. He's like: "Yeah, but it's not like they know about the. . . uh . . ." and then he takes one of the females from our party and kisses her, as some kind of "cool" 50's style escape route.

Anyway, that's about when I woke up.