Screaming or howling

~I was at camp again. Everything was just like normal, except the counselor of our cabin was <PERSON>. (That would have been the most interesting week that camp's ever seen ) He was making all of our cardboard robots (something we made at the actual camp) come to life. They were flying and rolling and running around all over the place. After a while they ran out the door. I am pretty sure I was lucid, although I never really RCd or anything. <PERSON> showed me how to make it rain in little areas, like when sad people in cartoons have rainclouds just over their heads. It took me a few tries, but I suceeded in getting the space in front of me to rain. I tried to move it around the room and it disappeared. I made another attempt, though, and it worked. Then our regular counselor came in, in a wheelchair for some reason. <PERSON> left, singing a song whose words I cannot remember. The guy who had pushed the other counselor in started singing "Rhythm of Love" by the Plain White T's. ~A guy was walking down a street in a big city in the middle of the night. He headed over towards some kind of cake dispenser to get a birthday cake. There was a lever on the side like a slot machine, which he pulled. In a little window on the front, a picture of an octopus came up, and a giant octopus appeared. It kept turning invisible. (Poor man. Came for a cake, got a big octopus instead. ) ~I was standing on the front porch of my grandma's house. Out of nowhere, my friends <PERSON> and Austin tear up in this tiny little car. It is like a VW bug, only the right size for a five-year-old. Somehow they get me to squeeze in with them. I am more than a bit concerned as they speed off again. The steering wheel is on the right, manned by Austin, and the pedals are on the left, controlled by <PERSON>. The only thing I can do is freak out as they fly around random turns and keep almost tipping us over. I wake up when they try to drive across a rope bridge and it falls apart. ~This one was from my perspective, but I was not me. I am pretty sure I was a vampire. There were empty, hilly fields in every direction, and the sun was beating down on everything without a single cloud in the sky. I think there was one dead tree a little ways ahead of me. I was walking down a dirt road towards one of several small, she would-sized buildings that looked like individual prison cells. Apparently I was the death sentence at whatever place this was, and I was heading out to kill someone. Only two people passed me as went along, and they both ducked their heads and walked faster until they were a ways away. I wore a long, red, hooded cloak. I was irritated that I had been called out there, but somewhat amused by the terrified screams coming from the cell I was headed towards. I kind of do not like that dream; it was creepy. ~And then I just remember something about watching <PERSON>.