Dreaming in Digital

It was a sunny day. I was at my cousin's fiance's house for a small celebration before the wedding. It was in a vast, grassy field in his fenceless backyard with tall trees swaying in the cool, gentle breeze. Everyone was gathered in a small corner of the lot, on the interlocked area, to pray for the groom. A guest entered late with a lighter in hand. They had an intention to kill someone in the crowd. I didn't see them, but I saw their hand flip open a silver lighter, ignite it, and as he tossed it to the ground, the groom saw this and yelled, "nooo!" Instantly, the ground was engulfed in flames, as if all were dowsed in gasoline, and standing by the killer, I died in a quick death, burning up into ash. Everything went from green, to red, an intense yellow, then white. (I woke up by a cold chill that creeped up my spine, and in cold sweat- my indication for nightmares if my fear wasn't great enough to register). There was a feeling in between the stage of burning and waking up- it wasn't pleasant, peaceful or painless; it was neither physical or emotional pain (such as the heart 'hurts' during heartbreak). I felt a miniscule bit of dread in seeing the lighter drop- a bad feeling. 

I don't remember this one well, but I was doing something at an outdoor place, in a garden area with high hedges. A black woman watched me from a table. She was seated and taking notes in her little notepad, evaluating me. I was nervous, as I knew she was the health inspector.

I was in some kind of cosplay event, one where we fought as if we were in a fighting game. I can't remember who I was dressed as, but I carried a sword. The matches were from video games or shows that were made into a video game at least once. One of the matches I remember had a ghostbuster and another had Minnie Mouse (since Mickey wasn't present).

I was with my family and we headed to our car; my mom got into the driver's seat. I was a little late getting on, so when everyone was already inside with the doors closed, my mom turned the engine on and began to drive. I had already reached the vehicle's door and opened it wide. I yelled for her to stop and she stopped abruptly. When I had climbed in, I commented she almost forgot me, but without turning around and in a voice full of anger, she said, "I meant to."