pretty dreaming

I woke up probably 2:30 a.m. and had to lay in bed for a while thinking about the fantastic dream I had. Holy smokes that Vitamin B does make you sleep well. No, you guttaral thinking cretins, it was not a sex dream. Sorry.
When you think you have to animate a dream sequence you're either crazy or stupid - or a combination of both. I could include creative but that's beside the point. Goddamn I don't even know where to start because it somehow wound itself into my head.

Right...so:
I was running away. There was a house on a mountain side with a pretty nice view (I suppose). I think I was my cousin at certain points. Someone was coming for me and I didn't know why "they" were after me.
"We" (?) were on suburban street with houses, cars, people. Something was coming. A lightpole was sparking. I saw these big vultures flying around but I was in the trees seeing them land in pairs. They came in like planes and landed on a big branch - must have been 4 or 5 pairs - one after the next they landed, big, black and brooding. From far they were big, I wasn't going to imagine them up close. Then they got up and turned to face one another in pairs and started waltzing - on the branch! Kickass if I should say so.
Then I was running around the mountain side or was it around the house? Either way it was around. It was the bush really. I was barefooted and the running didn't hurt (I love that I am never out of breath in running dreams). I passed stuff and left my cell phone, wallet and keys on the water heater (somewhere around my house) and said I would get it later. Coming around the next side I seemed to skip the house altogether and there was bush. I somehow manage to fuck up my foot as a pebble got stuck so I stopped to take it out. It was no pebble; instead, a clear plastic star - part of the earring I saw in pieces on the ground. Good lord. So I continued around the mountain running frantically (they were coming and I needed to escape).
Picked up my belongings and shoved them into my shorts' pockets and with no real weight increase I went on. It was getting dark and I was happy. The vultures were flying around. Somehow I ended up in a river /path thing and followed it and got lost, but I was a baby elephant looking for his mum. Eeek strange transition - but cool.
I was back... somehow found my way and was at the house. It was bustling = I think it was my mom and my aunt somewhere... I was darting around the outskirts and ducking by the patio when I heard my name call but it was a false alarm. They were still after me. I slinked over the edge of the balcony holding on to the edge and stayed there listening to the bad things they (family) said about me.
I guess that ended and I was in a mall with my mom and uncle. I was wearing too tight/short clothes and heels and no one bothered me yay! Other misc stuff happened but it's not as important as the baby elephant.

Right must finish film paper now.