Crazy dreams

Oh my gosh, I just had a crazy dream, and I'm here to write it down, because hand writing wasn't fast enough and I may lose it.  I was in my house at night and I could hear there were others in the house, but I wasn't alarmed, because in the dream I had a roommate.  I was in the bathroom washing my face and getting ready for bed, when a fellow I know from long ago walked into the bathroom and started talking to me as if he did that every day.  His name is John.  About five minutes later, David walked in behind him and also started chatting.  These are people that I know in real life.  The roommate I don't know in real life, she was some blond girl.  David approached me and started acting as familiar towards me as he had when we dated for three years and then lived together for ten years (thirteen years go).  Isn't that odd?  We were together a total of 13 years and I'm unintentionally dreaming of him 13 years later.  Over these last 13 years, I have rarely dreamed of him.  I was a little taken aback by his forward behavior in last night's dream, but I could feel the love and the comfort of familiarity, so I didn't throw either him or John out of my dream or my house.  It just seemed normal that they were there in my dream, even though either of them in my house today (let alone both of them in my house today) could only mean that there had been an Act of God at play.  I don't use that phrase lightly.  It's literal and very much a part of the reason we apparently parted ways.  But, back to the dream lest I forget.  I finished getting ready for bed and went to bed in the room that David and I used to share when he lived with me.  That's odd that I naturally went to that room, because I haven't slept there in real life in almost 13 years.  That sounds crazy doesn't it?  Well it isn't really.  I decided to redo the bedroom, and it took me a little while to get it done, and an even longer time to refurnish it, and I got used to sleeping in the other bedroom so that's where I've been sleeping ever since.  I can't help but tell myself all these asides, because I think it's odd that my subconscious puts people where it thinks they belong.  So, in the dream, David follows me into the bedroom and gets into bed with me like it was nothing but normal.  He cuddles up to me and starts kissing the back of my neck and telling me how much he missed me and that he had never stopped loving me.  He then asked me what I had been taking.  I was like ... "what?"   He said, "Did you take a pill of some kind, because I tasted something like medicine on your skin."  He then went on to tell me what I should or should not eat, drink or do in life.  I said, "Look I haven't taken anything today, this week and maybe not this month.  If I did this month, it would have been an Advil."  He said, "You really should not even take Advil ... " and went on further to preach about the dangers of all medication.  I said, "Look, if you are going to channel John's crazy life ideas again, you really should save your energy and find someone else to preach to."  I left the bed and went into the kitchen and he followed me ... my roommate was up turning on random lights here and there.  I mentioned to her that John was sleeping on the sofa and that she might disturb him with the lights on and off.  She apologized and turned the light off.  I was about to get some water out of the fridge and happened to look out of the huge window that looks over the backyard.  What I saw out in the dark surprised me ... and I exclaimed to David, "Look, look out there."  He did and saw what I saw ... under the light of the full moon we could see the three female figures all dressed in long flowing black gowns cutting across my yard from one next door neighbor's yard over to the next.  The women stood out mostly because they were dressed in black and each had identical masks on.  White glowing masks.  They kept going across the yard ... sort of floating as they went.  I thought all of this was getting a little too weird, but I went back to bed and David followed ... leaving off with his lectures about everything under the sun that I wasn't doing right in life.  The next morning I woke up very early and thought I would go out for a walk on what would normally be a very busy street, but there was relatively no traffic, which I thought odd.  About that time, I looked back and realized some sort of animal had jumped from the bridge down to the road below.  I couldn't tell what it was, but the animal was large enough to make me think RUN.  I decided to quickly exit the road and head toward my next door neighbor's house.  I knocked on her door and she answered it about the time the animal came around the corner.  It looked like a big cat ... like a tiger, but not a tiger.  She let me in and it turns out that my dream land next door neighbor is my real life friend Debbie and her husband Steve.  I told Debbie and Steve about the wild cat and Steve decided to call animal control.  I then told them about the three women who had been dressed in black and glowing white masks during the night.  I was also in the middle of telling them about David showing up at the house .... and that's when the dream ended, and I woke up way earlier than I would most days of my life.  

I'm trying to decide how I feel about this dream, and I'm definitely wondering why I dreamed about all of these people from my waking life.  That's rare isn't it?  That we dream of that many people that we really know?