The "Time Disruption" Dream

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Yes, I did it. I killed Yvette. I hated her so much, it...it...it... flames... flames, on the sides of my face, breathing...breathless...heaping breaths... heaping. I kind of feel a little like Mrs. White as she tried to explain how deep her hatred for Yvette went except I'm just trying to explain a dream I had. I actually woke up from he dream, fell back asleep and continued to dream something similar / related. Honestly it would take FAR too long to explain the whole thing, so I'll just lay out one or two weird scenes. I settle in the cold metal seat with the fat gray tabby in my arms. The creature purrs contentedly in my arms as I adjust the diaper with one hand and grab my phone with the other. I check the time on my phone but it is blurred. The only thing I can make out of the display is the depleted signal bar. I rock the cat in my arms for several moments before a throat clears behind me and I turn to see one of my friends. "I thought that was you!" she exlaims, running up and wrapping her arms around me and the cat. "We've been so worried about you! Where did you go?" "What do you mean?" I ask as she leads me to three circular couches I'd missed before. "I've only been sitting here five minutes." "Five minutes?" She shouts. By this time we've made it to the couch and the three pairs of wide eyes and slack jaws belonging to my closest friends. "Try a year and a half!" Alright... So that was just part of (the middle of) a weird dream involving a trip around the mall and apparently some lost time. Later, in my second dream, I invited an Italian man and his wife to vacation with us. He was actually a murderer.