Lost, naked, dreaming and confused

I'm going back to college in Wilmington and am lost in my car. There's a traffic jam in the middle of the woods and I get out of my car and walk the other way. A tall redheaded woman a little older than me addresses me by name saying "I remember when I magically built that bridge." I immediately like her, she hands me keys as we begin to walk together. The keys are so I can get into some sort of event the next day and I tell her I might be able to take a day off from school.

Gesturing toward a large body of water I address the woman, "I know that's Lake Superior, but which way on the coast is Wilmington?" She responds that she doesn't know where the Atlantic Ocean is. Suddenly, I realize I'm naked and I remark to her it's a good thing I'm just dreaming and not really naked in public. I want to have sex with her.

Suddenly, I'm awaking in a dark shed with the woman and I draw her close to me and tell her I want to have sex. She responds that we already did but I don't remember because I fell asleep right away.

Going back to highschool

I'm going back to high school in Ohio, but at a school that's been built since I moved. I don't know where it is but find another school and walk in.

I'm amazed at how cheap the cafeteria food is and think I should have done this a long time ago. A beautiful girl asks me to come with her to meet someone who wants to talk to me. I caress her arm as we walk through a door, she has no reaction. We walk past another girl who like me and asks how her clothes look. I tell her it looks like she's wearing pajamas, which she is. We walk through an open area which is for the arts. A group of five people are facing each other in a circle doing mime. They are dressed in bright colored leather S&M wear, including masks with no holes in them.

We go to a park and I'm introduced to the person who wanted to talk to me. He has a nose shaped exactly like a penis and few silent friends at his side as if he's a thug. He asks me if I can help clear the field for the Halloween bonfire. "What field?" I ask. He points behind him into the park. I don't think it's legal to have a bonfire in the park without a permit. I give him a non-commital answer.

I walk back into the school through the arts area. The people doing mime are still there but now they all have on yellow masks.

Injured at a wedding

I'm at the Lake of the Woods island for a wedding, I don't know who for, it's just a wedding. I'm swimming around the island and the water is full of apples of many different kinds and sizes. I pick out an unnaturally large one and get out of the water. A girl who is my girlfriend in dream is there, I eat a bit of the apple but it's not very good and the next part is mealy.

In the cabin, I find my parents sitting at a table. My dad is trying to make a toast. I try to get everyone's attention by tapping a glass with a fork, but it doesn't make the sound I expect, it's very muted. I'm confused whether I missed the wedding or whether it's still to happen.

I decide to go somewhere to try to find an alcoholic drink. Checking my wallet, I have more money than I thought, but most of it is waterlogged.

I try to leave to the next wedding event with the dream girlfriend, but I can't find my way out of the cabin. While trying to leave, we open a door door which opens into space many stories up. We laugh.

I'm in a hydrofoil type vehicle going to the next event. My friend J. has a portable electric razor he's shaving with. He uses it to clip off a fray on my dress shirt. He keeps working on my shirt and I notice his activity has accumulated a pile light black wire ashes. I discover he's clipped away a good deal of my shirt and ruined it. He says he can pay for it, I exaggerate its cost from $100 to $140.

We are in a field for the next event, a sporting event of some kind. I somehow injure my leg and fall behind the others participating. I decide to go to a near town to get medical help. It is a Sunday, I ask people I see if there's a doctor. I'm brought to someone sitting in the auditorium of my junior high school. Sitting in an auditorium chair, the "doctor" makes a joke at my expense and I'm unsure whether he's doctor and tell him so. I leave.

I'm becoming more injured all the time somehow. A woman says she can find me a doctor. She takes me under water in a shallow canal and unnaturally kisses me under the water as if she's kissing me as part of her job. When the doctor and his nurse arrive, they take me to a large tree stump. They are equipped with saws and hammers and tell me to get on the stump. I tell them I don't believe they're doctors, they reply that I'm just not used to country doctors. I point out that if they were medical people at all, they wouldn't have all the sawdust around and things would be as sterile as they could make them.

I walk away, my injuries are getting worse, and I've lost my shirt and pants. A man I meet says I can go to doctor in next town the next day. Nobody believes I'm injured.

A cop comes along and I cry tears of relief as I believe his uniform indicates his job is to help people who need help. He notices I've been drinking alcohol and asks me why I don't have a shirt on. He believes I'm not injured, but just drunk and won't help me.

Recording my protests in Elmer's glue

It's Christmastime. My parents have given me a large, ugly insect larva that I remember from when I kept them as a child. It will turn into some fantastic bug. It seemingly intelligently is seeking out somewhere to make its cocoon. I'm given another small similar insect.

It's early in the morning and relatives are arriving. I seem to have slept in a shed behind the house. One relative is unpleased with the pets I was given and my dad smashes them. I'm very upset and protest. Many people who are my friends in the dream are in the front yard preparing to play baseball. I was not invited and my parents didn't even tell me of the game. This makes me more upset and I retreat to the backyard where there are young kids preparing to play soccer. When the ball comes near me, I first pretend not to see it then indifferently tap it a few feet towards everyone else.

I begin to pour Elmer's glue over my body, writing with it to record all the wrongs I have suffered. I walk back out front and am the wings of a stage where there will be a play in front of a large audience. People notice what I've been doing with the glue. A sympathetic cousin takes me inside and starts to try to peel the glue off. Under my right sock is a bandage I was unaware of, dripping with blood.

I run to the rear of the back yard. There are two friendly dogs in a huge hollow tree trunk. I play with them. More dogs begin to arrive and I notice one of the first dogs might be a bear but it doesn't seem threatening. Closer to the house my mom says, "Do you know why The Beatles wrote (some song I don't remember)? It was about this." She is referring to the poor treatment I've been getting from my dad.

Transforming the world by calling the coach's bluff

I'm at the top corner of the bleachers outside my junior high school. I'm with two friends and we've apparently gotten in trouble. There are lots of people in the parking lot below and I decide to "call the coach's bluff" and ask him, "What about the plagiarism?" As soon as I say this, the bleachers slowly collapse into a ramp and my friends and I are being pulled up through them by a bar held by six or seven metal eagles. We're holding onto a shorter bar attached by silver ropes. We fly off and away from the crowd.

I'm in an aunt and uncle's backyard - everything has been transformed since I "called the coach's bluff." There are magical seeds which quickly grow into silky red trees, snow falls in freakishly large light fluffy clumps while it is warm. Everyone seems to be familiar with these changes except me.

Many children are in and around a body of water and suddenly everybody can walk on the water. I walk into a stream unsure if I'll walk into it or on it - I'm able to walk on it. We're looking for an object that's causing this. In the stream, I find a small silver skull with a Nazi swastika on the neck, like a tattoo. Two kids near me cover it up, which makes the water go back to normal. One of them tells me you can't let light hit it or that's what happens. I wrap it in leaves so no light is hitting it and want to keep the curiosity. Others don't want me to keep it. At first I think it may be taboo, but it's because such and similar things are so common, nobody has a desire to hold onto any.

Neon chicken, going to a tennis camp where there's no tennis

I'm in the army traveling on a bus. Those around me believe everyone will get their weapons taken away. We drive by an enormous clearing where the wood has been bundled according to size. The bus stops and we get out. There is a wagon-like automated vehicle and someone says that's what is going to take our guns away. We all have fencing swords and begin to jab at the vehicle. Someone suggests there may be a person inside so we pry it open to find a robot head, much like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz.

I'm back on the bus but am now in Kentucky traveling around picking up kids to go to a tennis camp. I am the age of all the kids - late teens. Everybody gets off and back on the bus at each house we stop at. I'm standing in a garage wondering if I'm invited along to the camp - everybody else is back on the bus. An adult size chicken made of neon lighting hatches in the garage. It is hard to pick up but I want to take it along. The bus driver is gesturing for me to get on the bus but I can only bring one pet. I decide to bring a kitten in a paper bag instead of the neon chicken.

The bus dangerously careens and speeds down a narrow road. I fall asleep and when I wake, we're in an area where all the license plates and street signs are orange. My dad is in the bus' bathroom and I demand to know what state we're in. My dad mumbles his replies - I believe he is intentionally mumbling. I become angry and continue to demand to know what state we're in. I hear my dad say, "Christopher Columbus ..." which angers me even more.

We are at the tennis camp, but there is no equipment or courts and there seems nothing to do. A large security guard lady reads a list of names including mine and my kitten's. She says she's from the FBI and is going to have her eye on us because she hears we're trouble makers. She tells us her name and her name those close to her call her. It's something like "Clara" and "Claretta". I ask if we can be chums and I use her close name. She says no.

Everybody is sitting in bleachers, there's no tennis going on. I think that what I'll do when serving is throw the ball up and hit it on the way back down, but sometimes I'll trick my opponent by hitting the ball on the way up. I notice an open seat next to an attractive girl but walk back towards the entrance of the camp to read some graffiti I saw. I can't decipher anything except one part seems to be a record of the votes of the conservative senator or congressman from the area. Someone from the camp tells me the locals are very right-wing and they made a village for all the Jews to live in and gave it some derogatory name I can't remember.

I turn to walk back to the camp and the attractive girl is right behind me with her eves closed and lips puckered. I kiss her.

Thinking about buying pet fish, an intruder

I have many full sized aquariums of tadpoles which I keep on the shoulder of a country road. One aquarium has a single very large tadpole in it and I wonder if it's because it does not have to compete for food but then realize it is a species I don't keep. It looks like the frog in a children's book about animal ears that a friend's kid had at dinner last night in waking life.

I am outside of a house by a large tree and have decided to go to Forest Lake Pets to get fish to keep in my office. As this is something I've thought about in waking life, I am unsure if I'm dreaming or not. I think about whether I should get fresh or saltwater fish and wonder if I should decide how much I want to spend before I go. I try to call my friend N. to see if he wants to go with me but mistakenly call my brother. I explain I called him by mistake and we have a short awkward conversation because he's paying attention to a game of Monopoly he's playing with his family. I think about calling an ex-lover who gave me a gift certificate to the pet store, but decide not to as I doubt she'd want to go. At this point, I'm convinced I'm not dreaming.

I become aware I'm in my bed and hear the water cycle on for my hydroponic chilis. I also hear noises coming from the kitchen and become alarmed that someone may be in my apartment. My hands are folded as if in prayer but I can't move my body or wake myself up. I try to yell, "You get out of here" but can't yell either. I struggle to become awake and it seems I'm able to move my feet. I try to yell at the intruder again and it seems I was able to get a few words out although I don't know if I actually yelled or if it was just part of the dream.

Guns

My frogs are in a plastic banana split container and there's too much water in it and I have to pour some water out without pouring out any frogs.

I have a gun in my pocket. I'm going to my junior high school and know someone else has a gun in their pocket too. I think that they could get expelled for bringing a gun to school. Immediately before the school there is as store - as if the school was a big department store in a mall and the store was the store next to it. I see a man go into the store with a gun drawn. I tell the other guy with the gun that I'll shoot the third man with a gun if he shoots anybody.

The cashier pulls out a gun and shoots a customer. The customer seems innocent to me. As the cashier continues to shoot the customer, I can't decide whether to shoot the cashier.

Basketball team in football uniforms

I'm standing in my junior high school playing an acoustic guitar with just two or three strings and half a dozen or so frets. I'm "drafted" onto a basketball team which will play another team from our school. My team is wearing red football uniforms, the other team is blue. We have to use the girls' locker room, the other team will use the boys'. I wonder if I pooped in my pants. I can't see the coach.

Working with a computer book containing tee shirts and pin-ups

I'm at work, but my desk and all my coworkers' desks are at checkout lanes in a gigantic grocery store. My computer is an over-sized book with some pop-up like levers and strings on some pages. Something isn't working about my "computers" - I have two - one that just I just and one that's shared. I'm using my personal computer and turn to a page near the middle nobody has ever looked at. There are tubes with tee shirts in them and a wedding book filled with pictures of 50's pin-ups and sexy magazine ads. Everybody thinks this page is very strange.

Glove box project, tentacles

I am at work taking over a project for a coworker who is leaving the company. The only thing left to do is convert the glove box of the client's vehicle into something that will heat up a meal with steam. I reassure the client I've done things like this before. I suggest that it might be worthwhile looking into getting an electric generator to run a microwave oven, but the idea meets resistance.

I'm working with a prototype meal - two sizes of chunks of deep fried chicken and rice. I'm disassembling the dashboard - there are two sizes of screws and I keep them separate my placing them with the two sizes of chicken chunks. I'm eating some of the chicken and it's very tasty.

The vehicle is carrying several large fish tanks with small manta ray like fish in it - they are black with sea anemone like tentacles all over. I'm at a big box hardware store looking for plastic plates divided into sections for the project. I can't find any. There are many blueberry bushes with stems that look like octopus tentacles - a blueberry will grow in each of the suckers.

For some reason, I have to suddenly leave very quickly. I drive off in the vehicle toward the ocean in Wilmington and happen to take a road that leads to the top of a mountain by the sea. The road is suspended over the mountain peaks, which are all rock and each peak has a propeller fixed on it's top.

A pricy chef

I'm at a company meeting about finances. As some sort of example, a chef who charges $4,125 an hour is mentioned. Afterward, I'm given a 2 page handwritten note about a $11,000 invoice from that chef from last Summer. At the end, it lists a few examples of more affordable food for company meetings/events, including french fries from the cafeteria in the neighboring building. I have no idea of what the memo is talking about so I show it to both my bosses. They notice it lists the people that attended the event - I didn't notice as I'd just skimmed the note.

I find the first person listed and ask him if he knows anything about it. He does - he hired the chef for a party at his house that I remembered. It was really good food, but I had assumed he and his wife had prepared it. I asked him if he knew how much he was spending and he told me he thought it would be $300-400. I leave to try to find the author of the note to explain.

Car, baby, restaurant, song

I'm in the back seat of a car being driven by a girl I slept with a few times in the mid 90s. Her friend who I don't know is also in the back - my old friend is turned around talking to her. We're on a windy forest road and I'm afraid we'll crash - have to take wheel from the back seat to avoid htting rocks on the shoulder of the road. I tell her she has to start watching the road or "let me out and I'll call my mom." I notice her friend has a baby.

We are at a restaurant. My friend's friend is writing letters. My friend is glad because, "This way, the baby can answer for itself." The baby gets cellophane tape on its fingers, I put some on mine and we play tug of war. The baby laughs. I sing drums sounds to the baby - baby talk width a lot of rhythmic hard consonants and I think to myself that this is good because most people talk to babies without hard consonants.

A song comes into my head and I begin start pacing in and out of the restaurant running it through my head so I'll remember it. The hostess is painting man's toenails and asks me to stop pacing. I return to to the table and the two women are gone. I'm unsure whether they've paid for my bill or not.

This was the song in my head, with different drums - a snare-kick-kick-snare on beats 16, 1 2 and 3.

Flying in a parking garage, tree houses, controlling a giant

I’m on a plane coming in for a landing, the plane is very low to the ground with pine trees to the left and right. My seat is actually on the outside of the plane; I’m strapped in by a metal bar around me like on a roller coaster. Suddenly we’re flying through an abandoned and crumbling parking ramp, rebar sticking up in places and cut so the plane can get through as it winds down the ramp. The narrator says locals discovered the landing strip and started driving on it so the Air Force had to improvise.

A friend in a band is having a party. We’re playing a 7″ that just got pressed. Some of the records go on longer than others, the grooves peter out differently. The band is unsure which version of the record they like or if like the trailing off idea at all. My friend’s other band put out CD. The tracks are burned into the four corners of a place mat sized flexible piece of stiff foil. One has to break the CD player to get the CD in the caddy. My friend is fiddling with his CD player, very drunk. He has to vomit, and makes it just outside to throw up all over a girl. She’s laying on her back and all the vomit pools on her torso. I’m repulsed and return inside. My friend tells me everything worked out fine and shows me the girl eating the vomit off her with spoon to get drunk and she likes it because she can’t afford alcohol.

I’m going back to college in Wilmington. I’m disoriented, unsure what the process is, where I should be or what I should be doing.

I wander by a tent where I’m given orientation packet, a woman slops papier-mâché over and folds the packet into tri-fold before she hands it to me. I ask a stranger where my hotel is, the stranger points down into a ravine full of skyscrapers. I recognize one of them as my hotel. There are three or four steep ladder-like parallel structures that give access to the ravine – poles, ladders, bars. Frightened to use any of them, I start to climb down one and and am nearly pushed off my people coming up the same structure. Half way down a man climbs past me with gun intending to shoot his girlfriend immediately above me. I wrestle the gun from him and throw it into ravine where out of sight it causes and enormous explosion on impact. The narrator says the explosion killed several people, but I’m still considered a hero for preventing the murder of the woman.

At the bottom of the ravine my parents take me shopping for supplies at a Walmart. I object, I don’t like Walmart, I tell my parents the food is not edible. I open bag of a caramel corn like product – it’s stale, I show my parents. I can’t decipher jumbled writing on the packaging but am sure it says the product has expired and plead this to my parents.

We continue on to an apartment complex. I’m not sure if we are apartment hunting or not, but know we’re visiting some of my dad’s relatives. We have to jump down large platforms like upside down shoe brushes to get around the apartment complex, a Dr. Seuss tree house city. We get to the relative’s home, I think I should take my shoes off at the door as they’re dirty, then realize it’s the custom not to take your shoes off until you’re in the middle of the house.

Outside, I’m walking down toward the college, wondering if I should get a degree in computer science. I meet my parents again who show me bag of what seems to be large, hollow, rotten, dried out pears. My parents say a student left them behind and they wondered if I’d know what they are.

High out over a large bay are four pieces of paper from my orientations packet. They are gigantic – sunlight glimpses off their glittery surface as they flutter down from the edge of space. Many people gather to watch. The papers land in the bay, I need them back. I’m controlling a giant so large only his hand can be seen coming down out of clouds, his hand is red. I fish through the bay for my papers with his hand.

I am moving and getting rid of extra stuff. I have three air conditioners I've brought to a childhood friend's home - I tell his parents I only need one but don't ask for money until I convince them to take the other two. There is a carton of menthol cigarettes on a table, torn in half lengthwise - most of the tobacco is in a pile around the carton. My friend's dad tells me, "These are the only menthol cigarettes I've ever smoked." I put some of the old, dry tobacco in my mouth. It's very unpleasant.

I have two cars and am selling one. I think about all the money I'll be saving.

I am on the Olympic swim team. I've never met the coach and need to find him to tell him my best stroke is the backstroke and if he puts me in the 100 or 200 meter, I'll win. I'm on a kind of island in the pool with my digital camera I've brought to have someone take a picture of me swimming. I can't think of a way to get off the island without getting the camera wet, but I fall into the pool yet successfully toss the camera on a table beside the pool.

I am preparing for the race, but instead of swimming I will be performing - reading and singing and telling jokes. It's unclear whether this is expected or is a stunt I'm pulling. I have a large book I will be using and it's falling apart. Different parts of my performance are coming from different books I've torn apart and reassembled - I can't find all the sections. A girl is helping me, she's my assistant. We're looking through a library for the missing parts of my book. I find Ecclesiastes 3 which is part of my performance. I hope it comes off as irreverent and some people are offended.

My assistant's purse is sitting unattended. I can hear Ken Nordine talking from her cell phone inside the purse. I take it out and he tells me, "You know McCain's never going to leave government." I think this is brilliant - McCain complains about big government and Washington insiders - if he were sincere he'd simply leave Washington. I thank Nordine and tell him that will be my opening line.

Animal heads, amputees and chocolate

I’m standing in a country field by a road. A truck approaches quickly and comes to an instant stop as the narrator says, "Don't want to lose many of those!" The sudden stop throws two occupants and tires out of the truck. The occupants have no arms or legs - they are both amputees and thalidomide victims. The intention was for them to summersault along with the tires, but they bounced on their heads and rumps instead. They were unharmed and laughed uncomfortably having failed the stunt.

Still watching this "film" I see someone pushing an empty coat rack on wheels with a stuffed moose head on the front. My attention shifts to a man taking care of several rabbits in a false well when a grotesquely huge moose head making angry expressions appears from around the corner of a building. The audience is startled and afraid the moose might charge the man with the rabbits then laughs as it's revealed it’s the same moose head from the coat rack. The moose head looks at the audience, raises it’s eyebrows and smiles, please it scared the audience.

I am in my bedroom at my parents' home at Christmas time. I hope I am getting a new computer but can tell I'm getting a vacuum cleaner. I leave to buy presents for others, but go to the library instead. I check out a book on chocolate with a lot of pictures illustrating different kinds of chocolate pastries and brownies and how to tell what kind of filling is going to be inside a chocolate candy. I also get a book on graphic design that has print too small to read. I consider getting a third book - but remember I already own it at home.

I'm back in my bed wanting to read the book I remembered I owned at the library. At the foot of my bed, there's a slowly leaking aerosol can of something – chocolate whipped cream or brown foam sealant. The slow leak has formed a curly mass resembling human excrement. There’s water dripping over the leaky can and running across my bed. I wonder if some of it really is excrement but it doesn't smell.

My mom is going out to do something. My dad doesn't want her to. I try to explain to my dad why she is doing what she's doing and both become furious at me. I feel they're treating me unfairly and go outside to take a run. I start off in the wrong direction then correct myself as I yell back at the house that I'm going to go kill myself, having no intention of doing so.

At the top of a hill is a guardrail I have to balance on and walk across. I get tangled in a silver rope being held by a woman. There's a pet on the other end of the rope but I can't see it. The woman shows me around as she feeds animal heads to her pets, explaining which of her pets like what kind of heads. I can never see the pets, but the disembodied heads seem to still be alive. She slices through their checks and scalps to make it easier for her pets to pull off pieces of flesh. I find this repulsive.

My elementary school is now my office building

I am outside my elementary school. Several floors have been added to it. Inside, it's my office building. I water a dying plant on a coworker's desk.

My friend's old girlfriend is with me and we want to get breakfast. We have to climb up a railing that has no stairs by it. At the top is a book drop-off/mail chute type opening labeled "FACEBOOK". My friend tells me to go through and I tell her it's too small for me to fit through - which it is. We climb back down the railing and are on the corner of 31st and Hennepin. We kiss.

Frogs, plumbing

I'm in the basement of our North Carolina house. My vivariums are in this room.

Water starts slowly pouring in from a crack in the ceiling. My dad fixes it and leaves. I notice there are a few froglets - offspring of my pets - in the wet area. Pulling up the carpet. I find more frogs and the insects they've been eating to survive. There are so many frogs that I have to put some in a tank with a different species. Some are unrealistically skinny and I blame myself for not realizing I had all these froglets to take care of.

I decide I need to go get another aquarium and prepare ton drive to a store. Just as I decide this, my dad comes back with two friends. One is a professional plumber, the other not but handy.

Water starts coming in very quickly through several places in the ceiling.

I thought the first leak in the ceiling was because of rain, the plumber figure tells me it's coming from a pipe.

Traveling with my company's president, confronting a criminal in the engine

I am traveling by van with the president of my company to present my idea for a video game to a client. She has two young sons with us. I am talking to the kids, they like me. One is precocious in math and takes special classes.

We stop at a house to get something to eat. We walk through the house toward a street with restaurants and I step in an old well that has been covered up but the wood covering it up is rotting. Our president says, "No one wants to fall in there!" When looking down at the well I notice I've forgotten to put on my shoes.

I return to the van for my shoes to find a man stealing the van's front bumper. He's in the engine disassembling it from behind. He continues to work as I confront him. I press a unbent coat hanger on his hand and threaten to poke all the way through if he doesn't stop. He still doesn't stop. I don't want to put the coat hanger through him so I grab his hands and pull him out from behind the grate. He walks into the house and meets another shady character outside the back door.

I tell them to leave but they won't. I try to dial 911 on my cell but can't get the numbers right. Eventually I dial some three or four digit number which rings and I decide to pretend I'm talking to 911 in hopes that will make the men leave. I describe the situation and give a physical description of the men to the man who answered the phone. The person on the phone responds with something funny I don't understand as the criminal men slowly wander off. The man's comment seemed to be to amuse people who were listening to him answer the phone. I tell him I didn't understand what he said and that I "don't care if this is 911, I just wanted those guys to leave. What is this number?"

"The Kingdom is Close at Hand."

"What's that, a religious thing?"

"I don't think I should tell you, it sounds like you have a preconceived notion. I'm an atheist."

I reply that I am too and again ask what the organization is. As an answer, the man counts off a song and a metal band begins to play. I realize The Kingdom is Close at Hand is the man's band and I called him while they were practicing. I continue to listen to the song while walking to catch up with our company's president and her kids, but am not paying close attention as I don't like the song.

I see our president and her kids get into a jalopy across the street driven by our company's chairman. He is married to our president in the dream and those are their kids. Another van of old high school classmates pulls into the driveway. I notice the song is not playing on the phone any more and that the man has hung up on me. I pretend to say goodbye for the benefit of those watching me.

The chairman pulls out from the curb and I am afraid they are leaving for the restaurant without me, but he pulls into the driveway to pick me up.

Flying gym teacher

I am in an elementary school gym. Maybe I am a student. The gym teacher has what could be a really large hammock but that's not its purpose. I am holding on to one end as she flies and pulls me around carrying the other end.

A wearable string instrument, rednecks confront an alien boat

I'm in a garden outside a house at the bottom of a hill. In my mouth, I have a thick thread that has come unraveled from my collar or maybe is an intentional feature of the shirt. It's about two feet long and by holding one end in my mouth and the other with my left hand I can play a song on it by plucking it while varying the tension.

There's a river within sight of where I'm standing. A bunch of rednecks in pickups and old cars drive past quickly and stop at the river's edge. An alien boat comes up the river and there is a standoff between the aliens and the rednecks. One of the rednecks opens fire and the aliens shoot back with energy beams, obliterating the redneck who fired, some of their vehicles and what appeared to be a houseboat. The remaining rednecks flee.

I am still standing in the garden with my string instrument but now it's a recording session with other musicians. I'm the leader and now the vibration of the string can somehow be heard amplified by others. I like the song I'm playing but am apologetic and embarrassed that I only have two songs.

I am in a record store with a girlfriend figure shopping for music for a road trip. I suggest we get a newly released book on CD that seems to be an adaptation of a movie. The store is suddenly crowded and an employee greets someone across the room with the name of a female waking life childhood friend. I turn and first think it is my friend, but then see that it is an effeminate looking young man. I feel embarrassed for the man being mistaken for a woman. He is a security guard for the record store.

Colorized comedy, a marionette cat in blackface and scratching my dream into my arm

I am vacationing at a large house by a lake with a girl who seems to be a combination of many girls I've had crushes on throughout my life. There is a mysterious structure in the yard - a roof of pink corrugated roofing material rising from the ground. There are lots of baby animals - kittens, tadpoles, baby fish in the lake.

I have some of my froglets with me - they escape and hop towards the lake. My friend and I recover most of them, but I think she crushes the two in her hand by squeezing too tight.

We are in the house's kitchen and there are many cats dancing and acrobatically jumping over one another, putting on a show for us. I'm particularly enamored by one black, white and grey cat. "That's why I like black and white cats the best," I tell her. In the corner is a marionette cat, dancing in blackface.

We are watching a black and white movie that has been partially colorized - it is an old famous comedy like the Three Stooges or Marx Brothers. I wonder to myself if the movie was originally released partially colorized as the characters refer to the colors of the objects which have been colorized.

We slide down a hill of snow. I make myself come to an abrupt stop to avoid ramming my crotch into a tree at the bottom of the hill. We laugh. On the way back up the hill, she turns to me, "You never turn towards me and when you do, it's only (blows three play kisses in the air)." She means I never make a sexual advance towards her but she is open to it. It seems like I should kiss her then, but I'm afraid.

The dream shifts and I'm now waking up from it in my bed in the Ohio house. I'm writing down what happened in the dream by scratching it into my arm with a torn fingernail. After a few lines, I notice the scrawling is not very legible and I stop to see whether I can read what I've written at all. It is bleeding quite a lot - I wonder if this is what "cutters" are doing - writing their dreams on their arms. I notice a screw has fallen out from my skin and it has left a large deep tear which looks like a compound fracture. Frightened, I cup my hand over the wound and go to my parents' room to have them take me to the hospital. "Are you guys awake?" They tell me to turn on the light, but I don't want to because I would spill all the blood in my cupped hand all over.

Obstacle stairs, a M.C. Escher ziggurat and a massive orgy pile

I am at work in the middle of the night with a dog I own, trying to sleep under a blanket in my office. The dog keeps me awake by playfully biting my hand. A security guard asks me some questions about what I'm doing there and I become fully awake.

Outside the office building is a stadium built for the Olympics. There is an obstacle course of sorts along the side of an outer aisle. I begin to navigate down across the red metal handles and planks but am afraid of falling. A spectator shows me how I can get back up to the top where I started.

I'm back in the office among many young Asian people. Again, I'm trying to climb down a precarious flight of stairs. A young girl says I can't do it and gestures upwards. The stairs that were just descending have changed perspective as in an M.C. Escher cutting so that they now form a flight of stairs ascending up to a parking lot with a ziggurat-like structure beyond the parking lot level.

I climb towards the pinnacle of the ziggurat and as I approach the opening into the garage an alien space ship docks into the opening. Aliens tell us that other ill-willed aliens will attempt to plant two spies among us.

I walk by a very large group of people performing oral sex on one another in a thick pile several bodies high and wide. A director/narrator is controlling who is having sex with who. When I get to the end of the pile, the director has me masturbate an elderly man with a grotesquely large semi-erect penis. The man ejaculates a huge amount, quarts or gallons, and I let go in disgust. His penis flops down across my leg and continues to ejaculate all over my legs and feet.