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Working with NCIS team as a children's clown. I go in to the party, drop off the bug and leave.

Go in , have fun, be a clown (albeit with no make-up). Mom comes in and tries to kill the kids but I have sheilds on them (yes magic... Oo) Force gun into ceiling and discharge all the bullets there. Get the kids out and the mom cuffed. Dad comes in and tries to kill me when I go back for the bug (in a fake flower from magic act). I manage to get most of the bullets discharged but he shots me in the shoulder once. Then the daughter hits me on the back of the head and knocks me out. End dream.

Start dream.

Some blonde girl won American Idol and is touring and now a big star. I show up in her hotel room and we talk about shoes and how we both don't like wearing them. She's not freaked out and I think she can't see me and thinks it's a letter or something. Not sure. Slowly make friends with her and her friends and Val is hovering on the other side of the room throughout all this. My time keeps skipping so that I percieve as always with them but time is really moving. Talking one day in room with her friends and they hug me. Then it's time for a major concert and magically I have a ticket and 20.000$ gift card that I used 2.000 on a ticket for. As I'm walking to the concert hall with her friends I confess to one of them that I think I might not be real. She laughs it off. She can touch, hear, see ect.. I rush to her and tell her my home phone number in case I disappear, so she can look it up if I'm real or not. I get into the concert hall okay and they're set up much like a Con setling dice ect.

After wandering around for a bit the friends drag me off backstage. I insist that they call. They do and my mom picks up. I tell them to ask for Vivi. I'm growing very very cold (like ice crystals forming). They do and she starts crying. I can't speak anymore even though I try, She said that I'd been dead for two years. Wow. Everyone looks at me in shock, and I'm kinda transparent and radiating frigid air. I wake up.

I think, after reflection that I was a ghost because of unresolved issues with Valerie, since she was always there but we never talked, or communicated with each other. Perhaps this can be created into a useful story.