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.