I'm the bass player

I've joined an established band as a bass player. I think my influence on the music is really good and wonder if people listening will recognize my influence.

Pet shrimp

I'm in shallowly flooded backyard. The backyard is flooded because of the frog vivariums I'm keeping there. I see a shrimp and it occurs to me it's unusual to see a freshwater shrimp. I pick it up looking for a container to put it in. As I don't know what it eats, I resolve to keep it in water collected from the lawn. I see tiny swimming animals and wonder if any are shrimp of the same species which may breed with my shrimp.

As I'm looking for a container, a young couple drives up. I hide behind a fence, not wanting them to see what I'm doing because I don't want to explain it. I eventually find a fiberglass bucket type of thing which I've affixed a shirt to with tar. As I'm peeling the shirt off, the backyard becomes a video game I forgot I was playing. A gigantic dinosaur character appears and in the game, I throw many tiny animals at it to try to kill it. One animal makes a relatively small hole in it and I hope the hole gets infected and kills the dinosaur.

Neon fish

I'm on vacation with my parents. We're sleeping in a tent outside a hotel. I'm awake in the middle of the night and decide to clean the car's windshield which has a lot of hard, thick dust on it from the previous day's drive. It's very dark and I realize I'm cleaning the windshield of the wrong vehicle. It begins to downpour; I return to the ten which floats away in a flash flood.

I'm dangling a hook and string in the water and catch many tiny fish. The tent comes to rest at a facility that is something like a miniature golf course and something like a stocked fishing pond. It's very crowded. Almost immediately I catch a large fish with a huge dorsal fin. It's fins and edges are decorated with living material like a neon sign.

A girl I meet at a wedding wants me to be her pimp

It's the present day and I'm back in North Carolina marrying two friends who are married in waking life. The ceremony is in a church - I'm in a ambulatory balcony that doesn't seem to be connected to the sanctuary at all. I'm watching all the people gathered for the wedding wait for me to show up.

It's after the wedding and I'm in a room with a woman I met earlier. I'm sexually attracted to her. She wants to be a prostitute and asks me if I'll be her pimp. She says it's easy, you just have to have sex with people. She is showing me how easy it is by 69ing with a customer who wanted to pay extra to have someone watch, so I'm watching. She tells me some people might want me to join in and the scene turns into her 69ing with two men. I tell her I'm not sure how one would go about 69ing with four people. She says, "You just get a bunch of balls in your face." Now both men are penetrating her and their balls are in my face. Their scrotums are each a torus, uncooked rings of sausage attached where their scrotums should be . I tell my friend I'm still not sure what she wants me to do. She tells me to lick them.

Party frustrates my plans

My parents are having a party. I want to masturbate, but there's nowhere private to go. My frogs are getting out and I need to pay attention to my vivariums but †he guests make it impossible.

Sean Hannity writes about me

I'm in a magazine store. Someone I don't know is explaining that when he used to start collecting comics there weren't so many of each issue. He gestures towards rows of new comics telling me that so many are printed these days that they're not worth collecting.

I see a magazine with an article by Sean Hannity that mentions my first name in the article title. I'm pretty sure it refers to me and I think about telling others about it. I look at the display copy - each page is onionskin and has eyelets that hold the page open on a cast-iron spike. It's very arty. Scanning the article, I discover it's actually not about me.

I'm talking to someone about traveling across the world. As we talk, a three dimensional globe illustrating our thoughts helps us communicate. I talk about possibly visiting Uruguay and as I think about being inoculated, the globe spins to show details of Uruguay including a cloud of mosquitoes.

A deformed Boston Terrier

I'm in a big box pet store to buy a Boston Terrier. I tell the clerk I better look at the dog before committing to buy it. The clerk brings the dog out and it doesn't look like a Boston, but I like it. The dog jumps on me and licks me a bit. As it walks further from me I notice it is grotesquely obese belly but has a pencil-thin chest and see3ms thin like a sunfish. I'm glad I said I wanted to look at the dog before buying it.

A slam dunk contest

I'm in my high school looking for an English class I'm supposed to be in but have forgot about all semester. When I find it, I'm given the results to a test I don't remember taking, I had to make a wild guess at every question. I'm having a sexual relationship with the teacher who looks at me disappointedly and knowingly as I look at my results.

There's an escalator which is very difficult to navigate in the hallway. When I arrive at the floor below, I'm on a basketball court taking part in a slam dunk contest. The coach doesn't think I'll be able to jump high enough, but I easily jump so high the rim is at eye level. After performing another dunk, I try to do a 360, but spin way off and don't even come near to the basket.

Assassination

I'm watching a man aim a rifle into a crowd in an outdoor amphitheater from a grassy area at the read top. Others are walking by either not noticing or perceiving it as normal. Two other men carry parts of a complicated parabolic sound dish to where the man is standing and assemble them. The sound dish is actually a disguised rifle, the men fire it twice at their target, disassemble it and calmly walk away.

Dead frogs, meeting John Lennopn and Frank Zappa

I'm hiking in the Appalachians with a hiking partner I don't know. We don't have enough supplies or money, I have 2 $20 bills. I give one to my partner and tell him to say we're both down to our emergency $20. We have to climb vertical escalators clogged with people staying in a fancy hotel. There is some sort of music festival going on, it's my job to film it. I meet Frank Zappa and John Lennon.

I'm to present a film of the concert at work. There was software on the camera that allowed you to search for objects it recognizes. I've put together a really great movie and realize I could make it better by superimposing transparent images from a found film I have. I wonder how or if I should credit the filmmaker of the found film and decide not to even credit myself for the movie asa

I'm coming back from vacation with my girlfriend. My vivariums are all full of junk and a few of my frogs have died. Some of my fruit fly cultures are over producing, so I have a lot of flies to feed the survivors. As I'm feeding them, I discover many dead frogs and discover the windows were open. I think the frogs must have frozen to death, but also find some of my frogs outside in the cool fall weather.

Kissing cousins

I'm at a family get together with very distant relatives, sleeping naked in a common area. An attractive jewish looking girl asks me if I want to be kissing cousins. I try to find my clothes so we can go outside and make out.

Driving with a kitten

I'm driving in my car with a kitten I must keep with me all day for the foreseeable future. I wonder if it would be OK to bring it in to work with me. The sunset is striking, I slow down to photograph it.

A polar bear with the neck of a dragon licks my face

I've arrived back from vacation and have returned to a pet store that was keeping my frogs for me while I was away. They've multiplied and there is a new frog with blue and white rock patterns the same color as blue and white China dishes. There are also salamanders and another kind of amphibian with identical coloring. They are crowded into a small Tupperware box and some escape when I lift the lid. I'm trying to catch one of the salamanders which was very fast.

A pet store employee lets a polar bear out of a huge Pyrex container. It has a long serpentine neck and teeth like a dragon. It's barking and snarling, the young man is having trouble controlling it on its leash. It escapes.

The polar bear has fallen asleep and snores gently on top of me. The employee says he'll call the police, who I assume will bring a tranquilizer gun. I successfully try to relax, thinking the beast will sense it if I'm tense or afraid. The employee starts balancing empty beer bottles on me. I'm upset and tell him to stop, thinking the police will think I passed out drunk.

The polar bear wakes up and licks my face. The employee is amazed we're friends and a small boy wants to pet the bear but is afraid of it. I am glad the bear likes me, but am also wary because we have not been friends very long and am worried it might turn on me. It has very long sharp teeth.

Beer tasting

I'm at a beer tasting at my junior high school. Several brands are showcasing their beer and I start with Summit. There are six full size bottles of beer in my sample and I drink four that are new to me very quickly. Among the two remaining beers are their India Pale Ale, my favorite beer they offer all year around. I want to drink it but realize I'm getting too intoxicated to drive. I realize I don't have to drink the whole thing and start to sip it slowly.

Coming across friends moving

I'm walking down a street parallel to a river among what seem to be warehouses with my dad and niece. We come to an open area, perhaps an unused parking lot, and I launch a kite. I'm surprised to find the kite is actually 100 separate kites stringed together in rows of 10, each kite numbered in red digits. The kites catch the wind quite powerfully for seconds, then fall to the ground. I relaunch the kite several times.

I've walked further down the street alone, I'm carrying a guitar, a satchel and a tiny blue trunk with my girlfriend's kitten in it. I come upon friends I haven't seen in years loading up a moving truck. There's a lot of stuff sitting on the sidewalk, carried out of the building but not loaded yet. There are a few empty aquariums and some broken aquariums housing saltwater fish. I want to find out who they belong to as I want to offer to buy the empty aquariums.

My friends seem uncomfortable acknowledging my presence, I wonder if they have been living in the city for years and haven't contacted me and are now moving. I now know this city to be Washington, DC and am unsure if my friends think I live there or know I live in Minnesota. I ask to the group, "So who's moving where?" My question is ignored.

One friend and I separate from the group and walk to find a restaurant. We pause in a foyer and I notice scabs on my penis. I unzip my pants and pick off two scabs. I notice my dad is beyond a door and it seems like he thought I was having sex with my friend.

I realize I left the trunk and kitten where the rest of my friends were; my friend and I begin to walk back. On the way, I ask him who is moving where and he doesn't answer. I find that someone has let the kitten out of the trunk so it can breathe, I find the cat and place it in the trunk without closing the top. I again ask the whole group who is moving and add that I don't think it's a big deal, but I have a right to know. An obese man with sores on the inside of his arms displays the sores to me and says he's moving because he has cancer. I talk with him about his aquariums.

Moving from school

My parents are coming to help me move after finishing college. It's pre-dawn and I've been drinking, but don't feel drunk. I need to load up my car before my parents arrive but I've no idea where I've left my car As I'm searching, I realize it could be anywhere within an area of many square miles so I start running, thinking this way, I'll get some exercise too.

The sun comes up and I'm still running, looking for my car. I've become lost myself. I'm surprised I'm not at all fatigued from running, lack of sleep and drinking.

People are starting to be out and around. As I'm running up stone steps towards a large marble building, I'm stopped by a young man who asks me if I'm going to take care of his friend's truck. Suddenly, I remember that months ago I'd borrowed someone's red pick-up and lost it while using it. I'm aghast that I've completely forgotten about losing someone's truck and feel a great deal of anxiety - I was never able to remember where I had parked it so couldn't even say whether I thought it was stolen or not. The young man can't answer any questions I ask about the situation. I get the truck owner's telephone number and leave a message. I continue running. The truck owner calls me back right away and tells me he reported the truck stolen and the police couldn't find it, but he's purchased a new truck and is not concerned. He tells me he's paying for the truck with money he earns by working overtime. I'm more upset about the situation than he is. I continue running.

I'm still lost and think it must be well past noon. I worry that my parents have been waiting for me for hours.

I come upon a large parking lot with large household appliances and stand-alone wardrobes parked in the spaces instead of cars. I recognize a group of objects as the thing I've been looking for, but it's not a car, rather two wardrobe closets and a large machine of some sort. The contents of the closet are in disarray and contain a lot of junk I'm not interested in keeping. I decide to move what I want from the closets to the side of the parking lot, hoping to avoid allowing my parents to see the mess. As I'm carrying come clothes to the side of the lot, I come upon my parents. I'm surprised to find it's only 10 am and they haven't been waiting at all.

My parents start helping me sort through all my junk. There are a lot of cigarette butts and partially empty cigarette packs. Eeven though I've stopped smoking, I want to keep the cigarettes and try to gather the unsmoked cigarettes while trying to make it look to my parents as though I'm just cleaning up the butts. My mom shows me some clothes I've forgotten I owned.

As we're carrying things from the closet, I realize my mom has started to disassemble the mysterious machine and is carrying what seem to be a pair of telescoping arms. The arms are dangerous and I tell her to stop and not move because they may hurt her. I run back to the machine to try to find some instructions or documentation. As I'm trying to read a piece of paper glued to the side I notice the entire parking lot is clear of all appliances and wardrobes other than mine. There is a menacing redneck driving a red truck. He gets out of the truck and starts walking toward me. I arm myself with telescoping arms I've removed from the machine.

A devil fetus with infants inserted in its anus

I'm in the barbershop I went to in my childhood. There are several stylists there now instead of just the one there was when I was there before. I'm moving in to the shop which will be my apartment. I survey the grounds outside and am excited that there's lots of room for gardening next spring.

Inside, I'm carrying out most everything, but leave some unusually shaped old guitars attached to the wall. Some of the hair stylists are playing music in the corner; I dislodge a guitar from the wall and strum along with them.

A group of two or three people enter what is now my front door. I'm upset to realize they must walk through my apartment to get to their own and I wish to complain to my landlord. The people are growing a devil fetus in my closet: it has red skin and budding horns. They feed it by inserting an infant in its anus; the devil baby absorbs the infant's body. They are removing a "spent" infant and inserting a fresh one. The old infant is shaped like the devil fetus' colon.