42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

Unfortunately, I don’t remember more than fragments.
But from Monday night:
It seems that my friends Laureen, Heather and maybe Dan Weiss were all there. There was a problem getting my apartment, so I was looking into almost Victorian-looking houses, except they were bigger and more modern, with more tenants. I was touring one of the apartments.
I seem to remember Laureen helping me look. Maybe she knew someone there.
What prompted me to write this down in the first place was the most disturbing bit.
I had a series of small bumps on my right leg, like bites. I have a tendency to scratch bites. Heather noticed them on my leg, and then they turned into big blisters, and I was worried. Then I looked at them later, pulling up my pant leg, and they exploded in front of me with bursts of red pus.
Then I wondered if what I had was a disease, and what I should do, and started noticing other sores on my body.
From Tuesday night:
There was something about Halloween costumes. I was going to a party and I had gone out and bought a cheap costume. It seemed like a cross between a witch and a zombie, with rags. I got compliments on my costume, but I was embarrassed to admit that I hadn’t made it myself.
I also remember being on a commuter train with people I worked with. It seems like there was a mix of Tribuners, including Joe and Shelby, who have been gone for a while, and people from the Bee.
The song running through my head when I woke up was American Pie by Don McLean.
From Wednesday night:
Dreamed I was introduced to a neighbor while someone was sitting on my shoulders. Some guilt about the litter box, which could be seen through the window. I still need to throw out their temporary one.
The neighbor could just see me through the window — she couldn’t hear much of what I said. She just looked kind of perturbed and kept on going. Maybe more of my stuff was unpacked, but the place was still a mess. And it didn’t look like the actual apartment I’m renting. It had older windows, like my dad’s.
Don’t remember anything from my dreams Friday/Saturday, except that I had them, and woke up listening to the Cranberries Promises in my head. Probably because I’d listened to that song earlier in the day. But explain the Don McLean!