On vacation with an underground ice cream parlor and amusement park

I'm on vacation with three friends from high school in a city. We're standing on a large area of metal grates with long planks of wood sticking out of gaps in the grates - they make a lot of noise from below when they are shaken. Several people from below tell us to stop making so much noise. I hear a lot of activity below, so we go into the underground room.

I have to go to another part of the city to complete some task. I walk through the series of underground rooms and come upon a restaurant or bar where both the workers and customers are all wearing bowler hats and have faces painted bright primary colors. I walk on through a more upscale but mostly empty restaurant. Beyond that restaurant, the series of underground rooms ends and I'm on the other side of the city and want to get back to my friends.

I try calling one of my friends and a man answers "This is Nexus One," and explains the party I'm trying to reach has had his service cut off because of non-payment, but I can pay his bill and get his phone turned back on instantly. I ask how much he owes: $150. I decline to pay the bill. I don't have phone numbers of any of the other friends and decide to go back to where we parted.

There is an entrance to a Disney amusement park, a long water-slide like chute and streets heading in the direction of where I left my friends. I decide to take the slide, figuring it will get me there quickest. Suddenly, my friends walk up behind me. I suggest we check out the restaurant where everybody had face paint.

We sit at a large table - at this eatery, you always share a large table with strangers. Looking at the menu, I see that it's an ice cream parlor with beer. I ask about an ice cream with an interesting name that doesn't indicate what flavor it is, something like "The Roy Rogers Delight". The waiter won't describe it to me but says that's one of their best selections and tells me with a wink I won't be disappointed. I also order a draft ale.

Almost immediately, the waiter returns with a huge silver platter of a smorgasbord of ice creams, pastries and cinnamon crisps. It's a lot of food, and I realize I didn't have to order anything else. The Roy Rogers Delight ended up being a dark chocolate ice cream with caramel and fudge swirls. I'm sitting next to a girl I'm attracted to, she seems to like me as well.

After our meal, we hail a cab. When I get in the cab, the dream shifts: my friends are no longer in the dream, my family and another party are in the cab with me. The stranger is a male whos body seems to be two people at once. They are talking to one another and one is jiggling his seat belt which makes mine jiggle too. I rather impolitely ask him to stop. The other part of him who was not jiggling his belt tries to pick a fight with me, lightly punching me in the chest. I tell him he's not going to be able to provoke me. The other guy has stopped jiggling the seat belt and I sarcastically thank him.

We arrive at our destination. On one side of the street is a college which is both the school I went to in NC and my brother's college in OH. The amusement park from earlier in the dream is on our side of the street. We have tickets for a show, "Scenes from Cosmo." I tell my family I'd rather see a band and look through the paper to see who is playing, I don't see anything interesting. The show will be on an indoor rodeo field, I ask my family if it's going to be a bullfight and if it is, I'm not going because I'm morally opposed.

The show starts. It is a cartoon, but all the actors are also in the audience as real people. At each audience members' seat is a projector that shows one scene from the movie. Before each scene is started, the character featured in it talks and sometimes plays an instrument. The projectors need a bit of sand put in them for them to work. I'm not paying much attention, being more interested in the odd projectors. When it comes time to play the part from my projector, there are technical difficulties. While the projector is being worked on, someone sitting next to me explains Cosmo is the Indian character from the Simpsons. I become more interested and it ends up my scene is about Cosmo (Apu in the actual Simpsons).

We're walking out of the theater and there are two babies kicking each other. Their legs are black with bruises as if they constantly kick each other. My dad asks the mom - who is also bruised - if one of them is a better kicker than the other.

As everyone is watching the babies kick each other, my mom and dad pull out guns and point them at people, making some sort of scene. They are both the same model gun, but one is blue, the other green. They look fake to me and based on that assumption I wrestle the blue one out of my mom's hand and point it at my dad and tell him to drop it. "I don't even think these guns are real." Before my dad drops his weapon, I fire mine at the inside of my arm. The same sand which runs the projectors shoots out of the gun at a high velocity and creates a deep indentation down my arm which slowly morphs back into my normal arm.

I tell my family I'm hungry and ask if they want to go to The Leaning Tower of Pizza. My brother is familiar with it and asks if a certain waitress still works there, I tell him she does, but he describes her as young and gorgeous, I tell my brother it must be a different waitress with the same name as the one there now is near retirement age.