Kidnapped to be turned into a zombie

I'm in a restaurant with my parents waiting to be served. No one comes to our table - we watch other parties be seated, eat and leave. I get up to find the manager to complain and meet a tall woman with long dark hair just getting off a cell phone conversation during which she learned her father died or was gravely ill. We talk a bit and hug, we seem to be attracted to each other.

I find the manager and politely complain.

I walk to the entrance to the restaurant which opens into the mall, hoping to catch up with the tall woman to exchange numbers. I don't see her, but run into the manager again. He asks me who I'm looking for and tells me that the woman works there, gesturing inside. I walk in and sit at the bar waiting for her to walk by. There is a letter addressed to her father which also has my name on it. I see her at the other end of the bar, she seems in a very cheerful mood now. I get up to go talk to her, we meet in the middle and she kisses me passionately.

I sit at a table and find two men's wedding bands and a set of keys under the table. I find the same manager again and give him the keys. I think about telling him I also found another item of value and will return it if the owner can identify it, but decide to tell my new friend who works there instead.

I leave the mall and run into my new friend immediately outside. As we talk three men who seem to be secret government types approach, one with a gun drawn pointed at me. They make us walk with them, I yell for someone to call the police, but no one seems to pay attention. The men put an IV into my arm which is attached to another one of the men who walks in front of me. We approach a cliff and I kick the man in front of me over it. The IV tube stretches and I successfully sever it. The man gives a detailed description of his injuries.

We walk on and come to a gathering where many people have been kidnapped in the same manner I was. I become aware that the intention is to put us through a medical procedure that will put us in a zombie like state, able to be controlled by others and our services auctioned off for a year.

There is at least one woman there voluntarily. Listening to the answers to her questions, I lean that you can earn $625K for one mission, $10M for a year. Most of the work is for al Qaeda, also the US and other governments use zombies a lot.

In front of me there are several groups of four similar to the one I'm in. Two men in front, a kidnapped person connected to one of the people in front through an IV and a fourth in back with a gun. I grab the gun from the guy holding it on me and try to shoot the kidnappers with guns, but there aren't any bullets, just puffs of air that ruffle the targets' clothing. They fire back at me, but the same thing happens, just puffs of air.

Waiting for a surprise treat

I'm in a basement with a lot of my extended family. My brother is taking us all out to dinner which will include something surprising and pleasant.

Everybody arrives at the restaurant, but the staff doesn't seem to know about the special reservations. We're all sitting at tables with tablecloths waiting to be served. My brother is giving the sense everything is going as planned.

There is a dam on a river outside, I wonder if the actual surprise will be at another restaurant closer to the dam.

Meeting an attractive teacher of the blind

I'm sitting in a stadium with my parents. There's no game or concert going on, it's just stadium seating - there's a wall in front of the first row. I see a blond girl I'm attracted to and I think about approaching her. I see a second extremely attractive blond and figure my chances are better that the first blond will like me.

A man in his sixties invites me to come sit with him in the first row. I walk down the steps and sit at a table - he is the extremely attractive blond's father. After a bit of chit-chat, he gets up and leaves so his daughter and I can talk alone. I'm surprised, happy and comfortable that she seems to find me as attractive as I find her.

She teaches blind people and has some teaching materials with her. I remark that it must be very hard to learn Braille, especially for sighted people. She responds that everyone already knows Braille, we just have to remember we know it. She places my finger on a Braille letter and says reading my first Braille word will be amazing - I'll laugh and remember the experience forever.

We are walking with her little sister and father. Her father is some sort of academic and has a cart of boxes and folders of papers his daughters are pushing for him. I offer to push it. I find it very light and realize it would be easier for me just to carry everything, so I pick it up. There is a folder of papers that turns upside down and several sheets fall out. The younger sister and I try to recover them as they blow into an intersection with a stoplight that switches from stop to go very quickly. I'm frustrated that the younger sister seems to be haphazardly picking up papers instead of methodically letting me pick up one group and her picking up a separate group further away.

A Heart concert in my livingroom

I walk into my apartment which is the lower half of a house. There is a Heart concert going on in my living room! There are very few people there, two dozen at most. Someone asks me what's missing and answers the question, "About 100,000 people." I'm angry my landlord didn't tell me my apartment would be used for a concert. I yell between songs that I'm going to bed and everybody has to leave. People aren't into the concert at all, including the band, so everyone leaves.

An old friend of a friend is there and we decide to go to Chicago. I'm in Chicago buying food from a street vendor. It is a Chicago specialty I'd not heard of - bread, lentils and bananas in a cup. My friend orders one, I don't know what to get so I ask the vendor what's most popular. He makes me the "cream" version which is in a taller cup and has cream in it. It's very good.

We are still hungry and in a grocery store. A girl I'd given my number to earlier in the dream calls and I'm excited to tell her I made an extemporaneous trip to Chicago.

I'm in the produce section and see a single Rainier cherry. As I pick it up, a man picks up a second from the same bin. They are both shaped like conical hot peppers. The man asks if he can have my cherry as all he wants is two. I tell him no, I want more. I find more but they are packaged in very large quantities. My friend suggests we just go to McDonald's. I reluctantly agree, telling her this one time will be OK. I mention we should find a hotel soon because I can call in and not work in the morning, but I have to be at work in the afternoon, so need to be getting to bed soon.

A drug gang in my neighborhood

I'm watching a movie scene that starts with a car stopping in front of a school and the three occupants sharing what seems to be a joint, then continuing on. I see it several times in a row.

The dream shifts and I realize that I'm the person in the back seat of the car in the scene I was just watching. The two not driving hand me the joint before moving on. One of them places a bag of marijuana in my pocket and I think he's going to ask me for money, but they both explain that they're in a drug gang in my neighborhood and they wanted me to be friendly, in other words, keep quiet.

The driver is almost completely turned around and not paying attention to the road. I implore him to watch the road because I've seen this movie before and it doesn't end well. As I'm trying to remember exactly what happens, we collide head on with a blue car - the impact pushes us back onto railroad tracks. A train is coming.

What happens next is not entirely clear, but a teen has a weapon which looks like a shotgun microphone - there are many people around and he wants to kill all the witnesses to the crash, or something that happened after the crash. Everybody runs, I avoid a spray of bullets.

Large angry dogs are chasing me as I run through fenced-in front yards. There are dogs from the yards which run the other way to confront the dogs chasing the crowd as they are arch enemies. Someone explains that the dogs chasing us are "from The Vatican" so the other dogs will surely want to fight them. I see a dog that can't decide whether to run towards or away from the Vatican dogs.

I make it to my apartment which is the last in a row-house. The two gangsters from earlier in the dream are hiding in the apartment next to me.

The dream shifts and now I'm watching two youths approach the gang, wanting to sell drugs for them. There are a dozen or so men sitting in a row of folding chairs, ranking from low-level to leaders from left to right. The youths talk to the ones on the left, who are the two from the car earlier. They pass the question down and it is translated through a few languages before it gets to the leaders, who are the oldest. The answer they pass back is "No, you are too young." The final translators don't translate accurately, they say the answer is that they'll think about it. The final translator also tells one of them to point a broken wine glass at the leaders and say, "You think about it!" The youth does so.

I'm back in my apartment and someone has alerted the two hiding next to me that the police are coming. They exit through my apartment, climbing out the window. They speak in a foreign language to someone warning them as they run off.

I watch a large procession of children follow them slowly. The last in line is pushing a wagon filled with a lambic-like beverage, which I figure must be some tradition of the culture.

Making a mess of the kitchen

I'm in the kitchen of the Ohio house, up before everyone else and making a mess. As my parents awake, I quickly clean up and put the trash bag on the counter which is still messy, covering the mess up. My mom walks in and I'm trying to think of a way to get her to leave so she won't find out what a mess I'd made. I tell her I'll take out the trash, intending to pick up the mess below the bag so she won't notice.

When I come back in, I discover another woman has moved in the house and is my dad's lover. I look into the breakfast room and see her along with her twin sister and two of their kids sitting there with my dad. They all have red hair.

My mom and I go for a walk. On the way back, I notice a dirty aquarium in the ditch. Looking closer I see a variety of ornamental goldfish in it. I point out how neat it is to my mom as the fish come to the surface expecting to be fed. I wiggle my finger in the water and the fish stick seahorse-like heads out of the water.

I cross the street where there is a traffic light and walk sign, but no sidewalk. My mom doesn't want to cross because there's no sidewalk. I tell her it's OK to cross there because there's a walk sign.

Fourtune telling band-aids, a nuclear explosion

I'm walking up the driveway of a home in the mountains which in the dream is where I live with my parents. My mom is walking with her. I have six pieces of band-aid-like pieces of paper that I say know the future - the future is already drawn on them in ink that appears when they are unpeeled. I peel the first two and they slowly turn into the pattern of the shirt I'm wearing. The second two show the pattern and color of the socks I'm wearing. The last two look like fiery clouds and I remark it looks like a nuclear explosion.

Beyond the last horizon of mountains, we watch a gigantic fiery mushroom cloud form. The blast wave moves towards us over and between the mountains like a time lapse film of fog. We're at the end of the driveway, and we take cover under large shelves of slate. The blast wave passes us over.

As we emerge, two lines of people chained together walk up the driveway, some people are wearing singed clothes, some look like they escaped the blast. The people in front just walk right off the cliff. Some of the people behind them fight to avoid being pulled over, some also just continue walking off the cliff. Last in line is a large man dressed like a lumberjack who calmly walks off the cliff saying to the others, "Just go." His weight pulls the last of them off the cliff.

Among giants, fish weapons made of molten metal

I'm in a friend's apartment, she puts ear phones on me - they don't play music, but protrude deep into the ears. They feel unbelievably good. There are insects crawling around. She picks up a huge grasshopper-like insect and throws it out the door. I sits in chair with wheels, my friend tries to put me through a glass window. Startled, I wake up for a moment.

Outside of her apartment, she gets into a red convertible, saying something like she wished she had a "real" one, gesturing to an identical car next to hers. I'm locking my bike to a telephone pole, naked. There are sores all over my penis. A guy asks me if I've been fucking a pig, I joke, "not in a few years". "You haven't had sex in 8 years?" he taunts.

I'm in a stadium of bleachers, I don't have a seat. Everyone is sitting in the opposite direction one would in a stadium. I can see weeds below the rows. I look for Horse Mint, a weed I had read about in waking life recently - police in Texas confiscated massive quantities of it mistaking it for marijuana. I see many interesting plants, but no Horse Mint.

I walk a short distance towards my high school and suddenly wake up in my dorm room. I have something stuck in my throat, spit it out and see is insects that crawled into my lungs while sleeping. I have to pee, and can't control it - pee starts gushing out of me and I can't stop it. I try to pee on towels and dirty laundry, but there's so much it forms large puddles on the floor. I'm trying to sop it up before anyone finds out, when my new roommate, a Sikh, comes in with his Caucasian host family. I notice there's a half empty bottle of water on the floor and hope everybody thinks I just spilled water. My roommate asks whether we should have our own sides of the room as his mom helps he clean up the floor.

I'm outside the dorm in a metal bus stop/free standing garage type structure with many strangers. Some sort of giant metal creature is attacking a building, the building is firing back molten metal fish and fireballs. Cinders fall from the sky. I tell everyone to stay in the shelter. A gigantic hand reaches across the sky, stretching almost all the way across the visible horizon. Giant people start walking away from the hand and building/monster fight - their feet are larger then the structure we're in and I am hoping we don't get stepped on. Someone closes garage door and we begin sliding down a hill and eventually tumble down concrete stairs. The structure comes to rest at the bottom of the stairs in the middle of a railroad track. A giant cop is opening drawers on our structure, he finds us.

I tell everyone we can go back to the war in Canada or stay in America as tiny people.

A Christmas party at my grandparents' house

My mom and I arrive at my grandparents' house in the middle of the night. It's Christmastime. We start making Christmas treats. One kind is some sort of candy my mom hands me and I wrap it is waxy paper which I light on fire to mold it around the candy. The other kind is chocolate nut cups which I put in paper cups.

As dawn breaks, people start waking up. The whole extended family plus strangers of all races are there. Everyone is sitting around eating and drinking. I explore the house which now rotates like a rotating restaurant on the top of a skyscraper, but only the inside rooms move. I'm particularly interested in two rooms which are large with ornate wallpaper and have ornate non-functional bathtubs in the middle.

I return to the party and sit on the floor by a table. I pick up a two liter plastic bottle and drink directly from it. I'm surprised it's wine - I remark I thought it was Mountain Dew or something, but I might as well drink it.

People begin leaving even though it's early in the morning. I walk to the next room. There are children putting on a show with elaborate homemade instruments.

Back in high school, hooking up

I'm back in my high school dorm which is also kind of a hotel. In a friend's room, I meet a blond girl I'm attracted to.

I go to my room, but when I walk in it's a huge suite rented by other people. I realize I must be on the wrong floor, apologize and leave.

I know of a swim party so put on my bathing suit and walk to the swimming pool to check it out. The pool is indoors and huge, shaped like a square S and stretching out of sight in two directions. The only person in the pool is the girl who was trying to organize the party. I decide not to swim and go back to my room.

I'm in my room talking with the blond girl I met and another friend. The other friend is sitting slightly behind the blond girl and asks silently with body language whether she should leave so I can be alone with the blond girl. I nod my head yes.

My friend leaves, and I make out with the blond.

Skiing in the mountains with no snow

I'm hiking the Appalachian Trail again. A hiking buddy and I decide to take a side trip. We're wearing skis but there's no snow on the ground. We move on for hours, sometimes coming upon roller coaster like slides.

We arrive at our destination - a super steep ride that starts through a chute. I'm a bit apprehensive, but pay the $4 to get on it. I ride it down so quickly I don't remember anything about the ride. At the bottom, buses are leaving which will take us back to the trail, but decide not to pay the $12.95 fare and walk back instead. I'm disoriented and don't know which way to walk. My friend leads, claiming to know the way back. There are many deep gullies with roads on them, I become frustrated that my friend leads us over very steep grass-covered hills which a much harder to navigate than simply staying on a road.

It's late afternoon an we seem to be very near the ride still. I complain to my friend he seems to be taking us in circles and ask him how he knows where we're going. He tells me he knows we left at an elevation much higher than where we were now and that being I'm a bit taller than him he can look at me and know if we're going up or downhill. A stranger tells us our destination is three or four hours away by foot. We decide to go back and ride the bus.

Immediately after paying for our tickets, people start calling our cellphones asking if we'd like to be picked up and driven back.

Tring to mow the lawn in the middle of the night

I'm waking up in the NC house in the middle of the night because my dad is mowing the lawn. He's also watering it with a hose at the same time. He stops to take a break and I decide I might as well get up and mow instead of him. After I'm outside, my dad has turned into a college friend who is schizophrenic now in waking life. He's putting the hose - still running - through a tear in my screen onto my bed. I run in and shove the hose back out, very irritated by now.

I return to mowing, but keep getting interrupted by my friend who is coming out of the house with signed baseballs to play catch with. I have to repeatedly send him back in to get a non-signed baseball. I'm becoming very frustrated. A neighbor is also mowing his lawn; I tell him things have been really bad with my friend since he burned my money two weeks ago.

I notice my friend has left another mower running on the other side of the yard and walk over to turn it off. I walk by onions I planted a few years ago that are now gigantic. I see there's not much mowing left and just want to get done so I can weed around the onions. My mom comes out of the house and tells me I should stop because my friend is trying to sleep. I tell my mom my friend needs "an intervention", meaning he needs to see a psychiatrist. I demand it.

I return to mowing again and this time am interrupted by a neighbor who tells me I have to stop because a church down the street is having a yard sale. I start to tell her to have therm call me when it starts and I'll stop, but I'm almost done but decide to go talk to them myself. I approach a priest and politely explain the situation. He's a total jerk, saying three people live there and we should be able to find a better time to mow the lawn. I think about arguing with him, saying my parents are elderly and I work full time and volunteer, but just snottily ask what denomination the church is. I don't understand his answer, but a woman tells me it's "Vespers" as I storm off.

Back at the house, I examine a monopoly-like game I've been playing with my family and friend. In the game I can collect income and am examining how I can earn a lot of money so I can send my friend to a psychiatrist but I can't understand the writing on the card that tells me what my occupation is and how much I make.

My mom says since I've gotten little sleep, maybe I shouldn't go into work - she can write me a note. I think about telling her I don't need a note from her if I need to call in to work, but don't. I decide to go back to bed and stay home from work, then remember my bed has been soaked with the hose.

Recovering coins from a dry lagoon

I'm at a party or barbecue on a large porch overlooking a bay. I realize someone has stolen something I laid on a table with all of my pocket's contents. A stranger is helping me look for it and thinks it might be in a tree nearby.

To get to the tree, I have to swing out to it on a rope over the bay. While I'm trying to do this, the water disappears from the bay. I fall down into the exposed muck. Many people are walking around in it with me. I'm picking up old silver coins and pieces of silver nobody seems to recognize are valuable. There's no water as far as I can see and I think there may be older coins further out. The coins out further are no older or more valuable but there are less of them.

Missing a lot of great pictures

My brother's family and my mom and dad are visiting me in an unfamiliar apartment, but my bedroom is the one from the Ohio house. My brother's family have brought a dug and two cats with them. I'm sleeping in my bed and pleased the pets join me, but I wish they'd snuggle closer to my face.

When I wake up the next morning, everyone is packed up and gone. I'm sitting on the front porch looking at puddles of water with a beautiful oil sheen on them. I go into get my camera and realize my brother has taken mine and left his, which isn't as good. I'm trying to figure out how to use it and missing a lot of great shots of insects riding around in leaves on the water like boats. There are also common looking birds - sparrows, robins - but they have outlandishly long necks. Some are normal size and some are insect size.

As I'm missing all these great pictures, a sports car like tank pulls into the driveway/ It's about the size of a queen sized bed but has a fully functioning turret. My boss climbs out and I remember he's my roommate and has been off at school taking a class. A graduation procession follows - most people are dressed up in Margi Gras like costumes, but one is in a red and yellow jack-in-the-box costume several stories tall. I wonder if the person wearing it is at the top or bottom or is actually several stories tall.

I wish I had my camera to record all this stuff.

Fresh or saltwater eel?

I've been taking a nap and am surprised my parents have held dinner for me an hour and a half past dinnertime. We're having walleye and french fries.

I'm making a tape of the album vs by Mission of Burma for my niece. My parents tell me differ is ready, I'm irritated that I'm being interrupted. If find out we're not having walleye, but eel. I ask my parents if it's fresh or saltwater eel. It angers me they don't know.

Wearing a sheet that is too small

In the dream, I'm dating a coworker. We're hanging out among many strangers having a comfortable and casual conversation.

Suddenly, I'm dressed in a sheet that is just barely large enough to cover my genitals. I'm trying to hide them, but doing so just exposes my butt more. I'm trying to escape the situation.

Then I'm fully clothed again, talking with strangers with my girlfriend who is now someone I don't know.

Second cousins in a record store

I'm in the same record store in a mall that I was in during the dream about redheaded musicians last week. A clerk walks past me and hands me her card which has a sunburst drawn around her name in different colored ballpoint pen. I'm attracted to her. Looking at the card, I realize she's a second cousin I've never met. Another clerk asks me, "Is she interested in you?" I tell him she's a second cousin. A third clerk gives me her card. She is also a second cousin I've never met.

My frogs are getting out

I'm in a large room at my junior high. My frogs are in a couple very large vivariums all mixed together. There are also two constrictor snakes in one large vivarium. Some of the frogs have escaped. I'm trying to catch them and put them back in their tanks, but they keep getting out.

One of the snakes is the ball python I owned in college, the other is large enough to kill a human if it wanted and I'm a bit afraid of it. I don't want my frogs in with the snakes and wonder who has put them in there. As I'm getting the frogs out, the snakes get out. There are people in the room worried about the snakes, so each time they get out I have to stop recovering my frogs and go get the snakes. When I'm getting the frogs the snakes get out. This repeats over and over.

Skiing to school

I'm walking home from school. I see a friend's bike locked up by a path leading down into the valley by the river. I decide to take a run on the path. Right when I enter the woods I see another bike like my friend's locked up and realize it's a common model bike and that neither are likely my friend's. Deciding I won't meet my friend on the path, I decide to run a more interesting route along the riverbank, but soon lose interest and turn around.

The next morning it's snowing. I put on new cross-country skis for the first time and head off to school. I wonder if anybody will notice I take a different mode of transportation to school each day.

Keys to the apartment complex, a military train

I'm coming home to an apartment vaguely like the one I'm in now. There's an enormous pile of keys by my door. I place them in a plastic bag, but miss a few. Near me, there's two men who seem to be making a transaction. I realize one is buying the apartment complex and think I should tell them about the keys. However, a male stranger enters the scene and non-verbally communicates for me not to.

The men finish their business and I call to the new owner that he better not forget "that" as I motion towards a handgun near a stream by my door. He walks to get his gun, walking right through the water. I'm able to make a single step across the shallow stream without getting wet at all. The man picks up his pistol and starts walking off. "How about showing a little love?" I ask. The man gives me a wad of cash. The outermost bill is a $5, but it seems like a lot of money.

The guy who motioned me not to give them the keys is my coworker. We're painters at the complex and he tells me we have to paint a room at my waking job today.

I'm walking to work along a country road. I keep my terrariums by the road. I haven't fed one in a long time and collect things from people's gardens and gar5gage for feed. In the vivarium, I have frogs and several species I'm unfamiliar with: tiny turtles and two lizards. I see the largest of the lizards has dies and is decomposing. I think that's a good thing because it's produced flies for the frogs to eat and meat for the turtles to eat. I'm not sure what the other lizard eats, I think it's vegetarian and have brought it lettuce and carrots.

I continue on towards my job, but stop to watch some pranksters prepare to screw with a Tea Party protest which will be marching down the road. They are facing the direction the Teabaggers will march from and are dressed like Mr. T, a Native American, all sorts of crazy costumes and crazy signs. They're trying to out crazy the crazies.

They have to get out of the road for a train to pass. It's a military train - camouflaged and every dozen or so cars has anti-aircraft missiles spinning around defensively. The missiles have tons of coats of sloppy white paint covering up rusty parts and cracks. I figure they must still work well though. I get some good ;pictures of the train.

Intruders in my NC home

I'm back back at the NC house as adult, sleeping in a spare bedroom. My dad gets in the bed with me and goes to sleep immediately, I ask him to leave, but he doesn't. I get up to find somewhere else to sleep.

There are many guests at the house - parents and kids of people I don't know who went to my high school. A three year old entertains me with a folder of pictures he's cut out of a magazine. I ask him if he's thought about going on TV when he's grown up. He shrugs. A second three year old reads me a story he's written, it's supposed to be funny but isn't. I'm not entertained at all but tell him maybe he'll be a writer. "Maybe a funny writer!"

In the kitchen, I discover some people who weren't invited - they seem shady and criminal. I tell them to leave, but they don't. I go to my mom and dad's room, wake them up and and tell them what's going on. I ask my dad if he has a gun. My dad gets three handguns in plastic bags out from under mattress and gives me two. I try to assemble and load them as we hurry down the stairs. I can't get them together or loaded and put them in my pants before entering the kitchen, not wanting to brandish them unless the situation gets potentially violent.

I again tell the intruders to leave. They don't.

We go across street and my dad calls 911, but doesn't describe situation correctly. I take the phone and tell the police there are intruders in our home. They put me in contact with a cop in the field and he asks me to stay on the line. They arrive within seconds.

Three police arrive in one car, two males and a female. One has an extremely long battering ram with which he knocks down the front door - the whole front of the house collapses, it looks like a doll house. Someone inside points gun at the cop with the battering ram, who is otherwise unarmed, but performs a martial arts move and disarms the assailant, stepping on the hand holding the gun. Arrests are made and the police leave.

The front of the house is back, but the front door is still battered down. My mom is on the phone asking a service if they can fix the door by the end of the day. I go inside to discover a few of the main intruders are still there. I point a gun at one and fire, but the gun is one of those toys that shoots out gliding mini-Frisbee disks. I continue to shoot anyway and the disks do seem to be painful when they strike the intruder. The guy shoots me in the stomach, but I don't get hurt.

A woman has a Buck Rodgers style ray gun. I disarm her.

The main criminal guy goes outside and gets in a lake. He starts dividing, he's an alien or something. There's five of him wasit-deep in the water. Everyone is horrified. The man/men laugh and shape-shifts into a growing metallic and huge odd shape. I successfully load the other gun - a 22 caliber pistol -and shoot and hit the mass, but it doesn't appear to have an effect. My dad says it's good because I "got some allspice or cardamom in him." Everyone scatters.

I'm climbing up the outside of the railing of a staircase outside the house, hanging by my hands. The main criminal guy's side kick is walking up the stairs says it was an optical illusion. "What, like an laser light show?" I ask. The criminal nods.

Frog eggs

I'm working in one of my frog vivariums. I see a frog has died and is flattened and is turning white in decomposition. It doesn't bother me.

I'm by a river and see a cluster of frog eggs float by. I figure they're common frogs, but pick them up to raise just for fun.

Holding a snake

I'm holding a constrictor snake, proud that I'm not afraid. It starts biting me lightly, but I don't mind.

Watching a video, working

I'm watching a Эдуард Анатольевич Хиль video, but it's really good and in the Burt Bacharach vein.

I'm at work, programming, and the language is just numbers and periods. I find it odd and interesting I'm programming in a language I don't know.

Psychedelic bus and boots, wine tasting class

It's the first day back at college.

I'm driving a school bus full of students to get it painted purple, I drop it off at the painting station. Everybody gets fitted for shoes while we're waiting for the bus to be painted. When it's finished, I see it's been painted purple and orange in a tie-die psychedelic way. Everybody's shoes are soft ankle high boots with purple and orange animal hair.

As I'm walking back towards town in my new boots, I meet girl I'm attracted to. We like each other. As we walk along and talk, we realize we're stepping on a bee hive in the ground. As we run away, I realize all the ground has beehives under it. I can't find the girl. Someone gives me part of the casing of cell phone I lost. I find other half on the ground nearby.

I get a ride back to my dorm from a redneck; he's horsing around driving with one wheel over a cliff. "Please don't," I implore him. I get out of the car at first chance and walk the rest of the way.

It's dark when I get to dorm and I'm very sleepy. I go to my old dorm room and step on people sleeping on floor. I apologize and explain this is my old dorm room and I just walked into it without thinking. I fall asleep right away among the pile of sleeping bodies on the floor. When I wake up I find the insides of my lost cell in the closet.

I have schedule of classes on something that looks like a tri-fold menu. I don't know where the buildings are that my classes are listed as being in. I have a wine tasting class that's held off-campus at 7 a.m. and I'm late.

Painting the spine of a book, evaluating ties

I'm engaged in a personal project - I'm painting the spine of an old hardcover book in thick white paint. My parents interrupt wanting me asking me to match ties with a shirt. I'm irritated and tell them I only have one tie I really like. They hold up ties to shirts to me as I'm frustrated my project is getting screwed up: the paint isn't nearly as smoothly applied.

I'm surprised I have so many ties and see one or two I've forgotten about that I generally like and go rather well with the shirt.

When I'm through being shown the ties, I return to my project which has now been building a sculpture out of an odd jello-like material that hardens quickly. Gravity has changed my mathematically symmetrical sculpture of a single pyramid with a crevice at the top into what looks like a ring of volcanic islands. I like it better.

Spot The Wizard of Oz, John Lennon introduces my morality tale

I'm a guest in a farmhouse. The people that live there have an odd religion, wear old style clothes and have no electricity, but gas lamps. There is a barn dance. The boys get to choose their partners, I am the second last to pick. My partner falls over a railing an into a thicket of bushes in a steep ravine. I try to catch her as she slips down - I have a firm grip on her hands, she has wires/smooth metal tubes instead of bones - the tubes stretch but her body does not, ripping into chunks. I let go of her hands just before I'm pulled over a cliff.

Back at the dance, I'm picking up old valuable coins that nobody recognizes as valuable but me. Everybody notices a spaceship coming through the sky, it slides into the earth near us and pushes the old farmhouse down a gully, replacing it. My dance partner walks out of the house. The house is identical, peeling paint and all, except it has electricity. Everybody is very happy about the electricity and children run around flipping switches that don't seem to be connected to anything.

The barn is full of famous people. Condoleeza Rice is there - I ask her if she wants to have sex, she says sure, and adds that nothing is real anyway. We briefly have sex.

There is a cow milking contest on a huge jungle gym I'm participating in - the object is to milk the cows dry and whoever has milked the most wins. I seem to have a backpack of containers, or containers strapped to me as I climb down the jungle gym milking cows. I run out of containers so start to drink the milk and aim it into containers below the jungle gym that aren't quite full. As I'm doing this I overhear that the contest is a joke on the participants because it would take days or weeks to milk the cows dry. I stop milking the cows.

Someone else is "taken away" similarly to my partner, it's understood that aliens are taking us and each one will come back with some new knowledge or technology. When this person returns we are taught how to be any person we want. I watch as everybody quickly morphs between famous people, their over-sized heads shifting from celebrity to celebrity several times a second. A gay black man, or perhaps transsexual, is standing there unhappy, he's turned himself into a black cow-person with dozens and dozens of udders. He is crying saying he just wants people to think he's beautiful.

It's explained to us that this ability is just the beginning, that we'll be taught how to be three different people in three places at once. I say to someone I've never seen a movie like this before, everything is so crazy. The person responds, "This isn't The Wizard of Oz, it's Spot The Wizard of Oz." I tell him I've not seen it.

John Lennon gets everybody's attention and has me describe layers of consciousness. I'm somehow illustrating this with huge 3-d graphics. At the end of my description, I say that the foundation of your consciousness can be content or anxious. The moral of story is it doesn't matter who you are, what matters is being comfortable with who you are. Everyone realizes that the recent frenzied changing from one celebrity to another was an experience meant to prepare us for this lesson.

It's explained to us that this new paradise of knowledge and technology will be wonderful, and just as everybody accepts that, thousands of miniature fairy/insect-like children swarm over the area biting everybody at the ankles like mosquitoes. I realize the aliens have tricked us, not telling us the downside.

Sleeping

In the dream, I'm dating a girl I went on a few dates with earlier in the year. She's recently moved in with her mom. I'm waiting for her to get home, laying down naked in the alley. I have an erection and am embarrassed.

I'm in her mom's bed, still waiting for my friend to get home. I see her come in through a cutaway part of the wall I thought was a mirror before. I pretend to be asleep.

I'm waking up in the hallway outside of the bedroom, my friend is next to me, my head in her lap. I pretend to be asleep for a while, then pretend to just be waking up.

Lost my disabled dad in a city

I'm in a city with my mom and dad. My dad has had surgery which has removed his body just below the armpits. Somehow, we get separated from him and frantically look for him. I see him, seemingly asleep facing a building. He tells my the maddest he's ever been is when I let someone steal my hat.

For some reason my mom and I move on. I complain to her that the hat was only worth $15-20 and besides, I didn't let someone steal it, I've just left it somewhere and am confident I'll recover it as I believe it's in one of a few places.

We're walking around the city worrying how to find my dad. Some other relatives are with us, we're going to one of their houses. I'm in the front yard looking at an over-sized baby with a girl I'm attracted to. There are three Catholic priests in the street. The girl I'm talking to says the priests are eavesdropping on our conversation about the baby. I tell her I don't care, and why should we care? Turning around, I see one of them has stepped closer to us in the yard, definitely focused on on conversation while the other two are in the street still talking to one another.

I have a laptop computer and turn it on by a windowsill of my relative's neighbors. It finds a wireless connection and many emails responding to a flier about my missing dad are pouring it. I was not aware the fliers have been put up. Without reading the emails, I go back to the area in which we last saw him.

I* expect to see the fliers which generated the emails. Although I see other fliers in various locations, I see none about my dad.

Redheads and a blue poodle

I'm in a mall looking for materials to promote a concert with two other people, I'm not sure if I'm making a flier, press kit or what, I just know that we can't think of the name of one of the bands. We're in a store that sells paper and CDs and I'm trying to describe the artist to an attractive red headed clerk. I tell her it one guy with red hair from a band and this is his solo project with a two part name something like "Nova Mob" or "Supernova."

Everybody is sitting down outside of the store and I'm flirting with the cuter clerk, giving her paper jewelry I take out of a small book where each page is a doily, paper doll, paper jewelry. I remember we walked a long way to the northwest to get to the mall and forget just how far. I'm asking people if we're still in the Minneapolis area, hoping we are so I can see this girl again. Nobody will tell me where we are.

Another clerk joins us and I explain again the artist we're trying to think of and she thinks of it right away. She checks for an finds his CD. But us know what do do with the information as nobody is sure exactly what task we're trying to complete. We leave the mall and walk towards the concert venue.

On the way, we are joined by one a the performers, another redhead I find attractive. I know nothing about her or her band and she describes it to me as we walk. "It's very large, many members." She seems to like me. I ask her how far outside of Minneapolis we are. "That's way to the southwest," she tells me as she reveals we're in Portland.

Our group takes a shortcut through a yard and I'm fascinated by a blue poodle scampering around underwater in a small landscaped pond. There is also a gigantic dog laying under water. I reach my hand into the water and the blue poodle tries to come meet me, but the giant dog holds it back. The owner of the house gets in the water between the poodle and me.

I catch up with my group just as we arrive at the venue - an outdoor baseball stadium that's also an amphitheater. The crowd is all on a hill just beyond the very shallow outfield - so shallow the outfielders are among the crowd. There are signs people in the crowd have put up which someone tells me are racist symbols. One of them is an underlined 4 in a circle. I decide I'll go up and take them down before my part of the show.

I'm beyond the outfield and crowd, two balls are hit right towards me. I ha ve to jump over each to avoid interfering with the play.