42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

I thought I’d forgotten my dreams this morning, but as is sometimes the case, I can dredge them up by a flash of something I almost remember.
I was riding in an older car with two other people, a guy and a girl, while someone as an authority figure, perhaps my father, drove the car.
The guy was sick, and we were taking him to his stepfather’s house, where he was sure to be in trouble for having been away. His stepfather struck me as the sort of strict, Biblethumping sort of guy you wouldn’t want to live anywhere near, let alone with.
But for some reason, we just look up at the house, and don’t drop this guy off. Maybe because we know that the trouble he’d be in wouldn’t be worth it. But he’s getting sicker, and we’re worried that he will die.

There’s a flash with my cats, and the realization that I think I might be dying instead, and that this guy is saved because of me. We’re somewhere else now, in a big warehouselike-place, decorated in that music store/alternative black or blue with lots of stickers and osters. Merlin is comforting me, but I just get more upset, at the idea that I will be leaving my cats if I die. I’m trying to spend as much time with him as I can, but I get more upset, and think that it’s not fair that I’m running out of time, that I should be dying.
Then either this part of the dream changes, or I’m not worrying about it any more, and instead I’m shopping with the people from the car.
We’re in this big, long store, or perhaps it’s a mall, but if it is, it’s kind of small for a mall. It has several stores that you walk to from inside, and a nice restaurant which we plan to eat at. I remember seeing a couple of people from the Tribune going into the restaurant, and telling them I would see them later.
There are lots of cool things to look at, like some retro video games. I’m getting annoyed because there’s this big redneck guy with a mullet who is in my way, being obnoxious and completely oblivious to the fact that he needs to move, so I can keep going, and also get a look at this game that looks like a cross between Pac-Man, Super Mario with Rubiks Cubes, with modern graphics.
I also remember in being in another part of this shopping center where I found books. And not just any books but tons of Doctor Who books. There must’ve been five or six. Each time I thought I’d picked up the last one, there was another. I was moving between being very excited about this find, and very sad because I knew, without looking at the prices, that each book would be at least $25. And I knew, even with a new job, I couldn’t afford to buy those books right now.
So I was trying to thumb through and make a decision about one or two. One was the history of the sonic screwdriver, and had one inside, that made noise. I do admit it was very cheap. It was like a ballpont pen with a little sound and light device attached. But I have always wanted a sonic screwdriver.
The books were all cleverly designed and bound, too. I had to make a decision. I don’t know what the decision was, because I’m really only remembering bits and pieces of this dream.
Had an 80s song in my head, which I don’t even remember the name of, or who did it. But it isn’t a song that I’ve listened to recently.