Rescuing a drowning boy, setting off fireworks

I'm in an overcrowded swimming pool. A toddler is drowning right in from of me. I take him out of the pool, his body is limp and flat like an uncooked pizza crust. I try holding him a few different ways to get the water out of his lungs and succeed at getting him to breathe by laying him on his stomach and turning him over once it seems most of the water is out.

I have a cardboard box of fireworks that is set off, perhaps unintentionally. They all go off more or less at once. There's a second metal box of fireworks. An alien sets fire to fumes coming out from the closed box. The fumes burn like a blowtorch for several seconds, then the box explodes very powerfully with a single crack of military explosives and blinding white flash. As the smoke clears, I look to see if anyone near was injured. It seems everybody is OK.

In a crowded market with men gambling

I'm in a crowded market or similar public space, many people seem to be tourists. I come upon an open room packed with South Asian men. They have fist fulls of cash and appear to be gambling. They all have very similar facial features, including over-sized unblinking saucer eyes. Somebody asks the men where they're from and one repliesw, "With names like Bobo, Hoho and Homo you can't tell?"

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.

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 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.

Car stolen on vacation

I'm on vacation in Wilmington. I'm staying with a friend who lives in a large, old house with mant housemates. I've brought some of my frogs with me. I'm alone while everybody is at work. I sleep in and am woken by people who say they're friends of someone who lives in the house - they need to come in to get something out of their friends room. I'm unsure if I should let them, but as the door was open, I figure they would have come in even if I wasn't there.

I go to a sort of street fair with bands playing. The main events are across a moat - one has to take an underwater bus to make it the short distance across. I lounge, mull around and nap across the moat from the bands. There are some interesting local frogs I'd like to take back with me. I walk back to the house as people start arriving home from work.

I ask people if they have a container suitable to keep frogs in. Eventually I find a 5 gallon restaurant bucket. My girlfriend and I go to the water to catch some frogs. When I open the container, some of the frogs I've brought with me are already in it - the bucket is almost full of sand leaving little room for the frogs. I tell my girlfriend I have to return to the place I'm staying to get some more containers for frogs. On the way back, I see many of my frogs, some of which seem to have dried up and splintered into many tiny frogs. I grab as many as I can carry in my hands.

As I arrive back at the house, I notice a woman is in my car - she is looking at a tall stack of CDs which aren't mine. As I open the door to confront her, I notice there are many people around my car and a large man is working on the engine. I approach the man and see my engine is gone. As I'm speaking to the people around the car, I realize the man has been disassembling and stealing my car part by part. Pretending not to realize this I surreptitiously dial 9-1-1 and say things to make the dispatcher realize my car has been stolen.

A police car soon approaches and the man tries to run - I grab him in a bear hug and subdue him easily although he is quite a bit larger than I am. The police are familiar with him as he has stolen cars before. They haul him off and tell me to come in and file a report tomorrow as they're getting off work soon. After they leave, I realize four teenagers were carrying off the car parts for the man. I grab two in a bear hug and call to the police, but the police ignore me. I let the kids go.

I realize I've left my girlfriend by the water - the ordeal was over an hour long - and I rush back to apologize for leaving her there and to explain what happened. When we get back to the car, even more of it is gone - all that's left is the chasis and wheels and ignition. We get in the car which surprisingly still works. As I begin to drive it out of the parking lot, I realize it's clamped to the side of a tow truck and this is why it seems to still, work. The tow truck driver explains that the car is actually not drivable. I realize I'll, have to fly back.

There is an in-flight movie about World War II. I am blown away by footage of a large formation of US bombers dropping bombs on a massive formation of Japanese bombers below. As the bombs hit the place below, the formation falls apart like a huge thin wafer flaking apart in the sky.

I'm back home and have driven to the police station that has arrested the man who stole my car. There are no police officers or clerks around, only other people waiting. My mom is there too. I'm wondering if I'll have to still pay for an expensive part a repair shop had ordered for my car. I leave my mom at a set of doors and go to a room where a friend lives. She's sitting in a chair naked and I lay on a could on the other side of the room, also naked. The friend tells me there were many times she would have liked to have sex with me. I remind her we did have sex, and she explains that she means having unprotected sex and getting pregnant. She says she would now, but she's having her period so couldn't get pregnant. Her roommate walks in and says she'd like to have sex with me too and is also having her period, but doesn't mind having sex on her period. I motion that she can come sit on the couch with me, which she does. I realize I recognize her from somewhere from the tattoos on the front of her thighs. She has a deformed, impish face but I find her oddly attractive. I explain that I'd like to have sex with her but have a girlfriend and the girlfriend is actually in the building. We lay together and nap.

My mom walks in the door and I remember I'm there with my mom, not my girlfriend. We return to the police station. There are many seniors sitting in school desks and still no police officers. I yell, "Where the fuck are the cops?" A voice comes over a public address system that I am considered hostile and that everyone must lay on the ground. Everybody does and on the way down gestures at me with their hands in the same way and makes their eyes large and round. After a few minutes, I point out that I was right: there are no cops around to even arrest me. I basketball bounces out through a door and a young player walks by me to retrieve it. I sarcastically remind the kid I'm hostile - he shrugs it off, saying "I know."

Eventually a cop comes and leads me away. He is very offensive and vulgar - everyone around him, even his coworkers is disturbed by him. Someone else waiting to be processed says he's not the type of person he wants protecting his community. I say that the guy probably has rescued kittens from trees at the same time the cop says the same thing, This makes the cop like me and he lets me go.

I have a penis growing out of my cheek

I'm waking up in my Ohio bedroom - an erect penis has grown out of the side of my face. I masturbate it to try to get it to go away, but it doesn't work. My parents are getting up and in the hall outside my room, I try to hide the penis from them but they see it. We go across the street are standing in a neighbor's driveway. I'm trying to wrap a sheet around my head like a ghutra to hide the erection. I'm carrying a pornographic booklet printed on newsprint. A woman is taking notes on my behavior.

I'm in an emergency room to see someone about the erection on my face. There's a long line and many people waiting. I'm naked and trying to wrap an invisible towel around me. I try to explain that my case is very odd and needs immediate attention, but nobody will listen to me. As I leave the emergency room, I meet a nurse I find attractive. She asks if she can suck the penis ion my face, I tell her she may not. She asks if she can see me later, to which I agree. She tells me I should go top another hospital to get attention.

At the next hospital, I'm standing in front of a garage door that seems to open into a chasm which seems to contain doctor's offices. A doctor is just getting off work and returning to her office - I stop her and point out my unusual condition. She reluctantly agrees to see me then. In amazement, I complain to her that I'd have thought doctors would be scrambling to treat a case such as mine as they would certainly be published in a medical journal if they treated it. "It's like I have a hand growing out of my leg, or a second hand growing out of my wrist!" I exclaim. The doctor responds non-nonchalantly that it's "actually a bit weirder" than that.

As the doctor is shuffling papers, doing paperwork, I'm scrambling not to fall over a cliff just inside the garage door.

Huge alien machines in the sky, meeting god

I'm in the front yard of the OH house with my brother late on Halloween afternoon. Giant machines - miles wide - appear in the sky, leaving slow trails of smoke that eventually obscure most of the sky. I run inside to get my camera even though the event is so huge I know everybody will have pictures of it. I can only move in slow motion.

When I arrive back outside, one of the machines - the "bad" one - has turned into a giant grub. A new machine appears and shoots a slow motion laser into the animal. This ends the alien invasion.

God, a retirement age man, rides into our driveway on a large cow. He's drinking a Coke. The spectacle seems to have been a publicity stunt by the Coca-Cola Company. I'm too shy to ask someone to take a picture of God and me, but I put my cheek next to his and try to take a few pictures holding the camera toward us. He remarks to me that it will take a long time to develop the pictures, implying I may not ever have proof I met him. I'm surprised he doesn't recognize my camera as digital, but I say nothing.

I'm inside the house, my family is cooking dinner - many from my extended family are there. I go to my room to transfer the photos onto my computer, but I've installed a new operating system and am having trouble. I try to restart the computer under the old OS, but am called to dinner.

My mom tells everybody not to have pancakes if we plan on having ice cream out later. I chose to just have spaghetti. The spaghetti is not cooked well - it's clumped together and there are wildly varying sized chunks of low quality meat in the sauce.

We are all in a van driven by my dad - he seems to be driving recklessly fast, but the speedometer shows a reasonable speed for the road. We pass gigantic warehouse-like buildings. We come upon a gigantic mechanical elephant in the road - my dad can't stop before it picks the van up with its trunk. The elephant dumps the van in a huge bin in its back labeled "expenses" and drops everybody in the car towards a gigantic toilet foll of green water - also in its back - labeled "garbage". We all miss the toilet and fall to the ground, unhurt.

We're ushered into a dirty high-tech alien research lab. People with large sores on their bodies are walking around aimlessly. The researchers only care about babies and toddlers who are dipped in tanks of green water. The scientists, giant humans, are ignoring me. I feel like I'm trapped there forever and start to hum the bass line from a Devo song. I notice a wooden door to the outside and walk through to find most of my extended family immediately outside. I receive a text message on my cellphone which is blank. I try to call friend to ask if what I'm experiencing is real.

My cousin's husband has stayed inside with their babies, we know he and their babies are gone forever. I hug her. She sobs on my shoulder.

We are sitting around a pit with giant, dirty humanoid aliens. A child disturbs the alien sitting next to me and the child falls into the pit when the alien brushes him away. An alien in the pit swings an axe as if he is going to chop the child, but stops just short every swing. He throws child up towards my foot. I can't move out of the way quick enough - the child hits my foot hard and falls back into the pit and I feel guilty as if I kicked him into the pit.

Alien invasion

I suddenly have to take shelter. I see a rock outcropping/shallow cave and run in. Inside is a movie theater, I'm sitting with a friend who cuts my hair watching the opening sequence.

There's no dialog throughout the entire movie. A lizard/amphibian-like alien attaches itself to a naked woman's genital area while the woman is standing on her head. After a moment it detaches itself leaving a smaller but morphologically identical offspring attached. A few other women have the same type of creatures feeding off them - the rest of the women seem to have been infected by spores. The aliens develop as parasites, attached with clamps. Their heads are cobra-like. The parasites make the woman feel affectionate towards them - they cuddle and nurse the disgusting creatures as the develop.

In the next scene, I'm watching the movie from withing. I'm on the edge of a steep cliff with a body of water below. A few men are in a watercraft - one of them falls overboard into the crocodile infested water. The crocodiles aren't harming the human, but he seems in danger. A man standing next to me who doesn't know how to swim heroically jumps in to try to help the man overboard. The water is absolutely teeming with crocodiles - there is just as much or more crocodiles in volume as there is water.

There is a swifter moving crocodile-free body of water separated by metal bars. A gate in the barred wall opens and a few crocodiles cross over. I know this is a serious situation and think about diving in to shut the gate, but see the aliens have melted the latching mechanism on the gate to it can't be closed.

I turn my attention back to where the watercraft was. There are half a dozen or so mesh cages with gigantic living human heads inside floating in the water.

A dog on stilts and a two headed priest

I've just returned from vacation to the Edina house, where I lived in my parents' basement. I'm trying to watch TV and notice the table the TV sits on is far out from the wall with the TV balancing on it and resting against the wall. I try to push the table closer to the wall, but it all falls down - the TV splits open and is on fire in places. I successfully blow the flames out, then decide to spray it with the fire extinguisher just in case. My parents come downstairs and see what happened but don't mention it or even seem to mind.

I go into my bedroom - there are several plates of food on the floor I left out before going on vacation. Strangers come in my room and start eating the rotten food. I'm crouching naked behind my bed and tell them to leave.

Back in the downstairs den, a dog on stilts and wearing pants comes up to me. I know this to be my brother's family's' dog. On the way upstairs I come across a pet armadillo with red stripes which form a moiré pattern with the scales. I wonder how intelligent armadillos are and if they make good pets. Fuzzy spiders start crawling up my legs, I'm grossed out am am trying to brush them off. Someone tells me they're very nutritious, I'm horrified. The speaker assures me that you only eat the babies which grow like tiny mushrooms.

I'm back in the basement and notice that while I was on vacation, my parents have sold or given away boxes which had toys and other items from my childhood in them. I've very upset and start to cry. People who I first think are my parents, but are strangers come into my room. I start to explain why I'm upset when a two headed priest - one black head, one white - approaches me and pinches my nipples. Horrified, I ask them if they think I'm possessed or a witch. They say yes, they do. I ask them if I'm dreaming, they tell me yes, I am.

Christmas church service

I'm in church - at Christmas Day service with my mom. There are bleachers inside the church. I see an attractive very freckled redhead sitting in the last row with her mom, so I sit next to her. We chat throughout the service, she asks me how old I am, I tell her I think I'm 17-19. She says she's 39.

The minister asks, "Can I get three girls up here?" Three young women dressed in the same red polka-dot shirt come up. The minister asks, "Can I get seven girls up here?" Seven young women dressed in the same blue polka-dot shirt come up. The minister asks, "Can I get thirteen more girls up here?" Thirteen younger women dressed in the similar red polka-dot shirt come up. The polka-dots vary in size and density and the shirts of all 23 woman standing there make a striking display - almost like a fractal. It seems like they are going to sing, but they don't.

I continue chatting with my new friend. I am naked and have an erection. There are toothpicks, pins and rusty pieces of metal under the skin of my penis. I pull them all out and show the pile to the freckled woman.

The service is over, I find my mom in the aisle and ask her if she has a pen, I want to get the freckled girl's number. I walk up to her and she has already written her number down for me. I tell her I don't know her name and tell her mine. She's coy and flirty and gives me three guesses. I guess outlandish names, and she still doesn't tell me her name.

My mom says she's leaving and I ask the woman and her mom if they'll give me a ride home, they agree. There is a male giant, dozens of feet high. I wonder how he can get enough to eat. A woman is explaining that she will put her brain in her daughter's body and let the giant eat her body. My new friend and I go to a record store in the basement of the church. I can't find anything I want to buy.

I'm outside of the church near my junior high school in Ohio. I decide to run my old paper route. Some of the houses are the same, others have been knocked down. There are many huge trees which weren't there the last time I visited.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Toenails and a tornado

I'm in a house with my mom's side of the family. My dad is coming down a flight of stairs and recites a satanic incantation. I matter-of-factly wonder if he will actually summon a demon like I've seen him do before or if he's just teasing the kids. No demon shows up.

We're about to eat. My aunt is trying to jam something into a multi-CD carousel with another aunt watching. She's about to break whatever it is so I grab it out of her hands. It's a long piece of silver plastic with three 12" records pressed into it. The records have perforations on them and as soon as I explain it to her, she tries to rip the records out violently, completely ruining two of the records. I again grab it out of her hands and as I start to carefully punch out the third record, my aunt puts one of the cracked and ragged records on the turn table. I start to tell her it will ruin the stylus, but stop.

My dad is sitting at the head of the table at which everyone has just sat down. He remarks that he wishes he wouldn't have told so many people that he hired Tim Pawlenty because it's gotten around and a lot of old friends and colleagues are criticizing him for it. Suddenly, he realizes he's telling even more people and tries to shift what he was talking about, muttering something about Glen Beck.

It's after dinner and time for the youngest nieces and nephews to go to bed. I walk upstairs with a nephew and he climbs into a closet filled with several feet of beans or pellets of some sort which weren't there before dinner.

I realize I have the remains of some sort of prosthetic device on the left side of my body. There is a wire running under my toenails and seem to run under my skin up to my left nipple. Most of the medical device is gone and not needed, I just haven't gone back to the doctor to get it completely removed. I reach down to my big toe which is the size of a basketball. I easily tear the bloody toenail off and am pleased to find a new toenail growing below. The wire is sort of a series of latches, which now come unlatched quite easily and I'm able to remove the whole thing. Watching, my uncle points out that one of his toes is backwards, the toenail near his foot and facing the wrong direction.

I'm standing just outside of the backdoor looking at the sky. I see a tornado quickly form, touch down and come in our general direction. I yell up into the house, "Tornado! Everybody get in the basement!" A few people respond that I shouldn't worry. As I try to run to the basement, I realize I can't use my left leg without the remnants of the prosthetic. The tornado passed and I can walk fine.

I watched it go by just over the ridge and walk to look at the damage, but can't find any damage at all.

Hosting a party on a bridge

I'm near my junior high school with a lot of high school friends. We're by an overpass under which I used to fish for minnows. Some of my friends have fishing poles and are fishing in the water, which in the dream is 100 meters below. Before the dream started, I turned on something for each pole down by the water which made the fishing polls work. I discover I didn't do it for one of my friend's pole. I slide down a ridiculously steep path to fix the problem.

It seems I'm hosting some sort of party there by the road. I'm walking around making sure everyone's having a good time. After I flirt just the tiniest bit with a blond girl, she kisses me hard and deep. In the dream, she's supposed to be someone I knew in high school. We start making out. She asks me if I want to "be neighborly" by which she means "have a committed relationship". I'm taken aback and don't answer, we continue messing around. She turns into a friend I actually knew in high school but with grotesquely large eyes - beautiful blue and brown irises the size of saucers. I'm distracted by something else and get up to wander around the party more.

A very beautiful dark girl I'd met earlier in the dream is perched on the edge of the bridge, her toes on the bridge, the rest of her body hanging out over open space. I walk on and see another person precariously balanced. I look toward the very steep path I slid down earlier and a friend slips and falls through the air all the way down. He lands in grass between huge rocks and I wonder if he's dead. I also wonder if he did it on purpose and is playing a prank.

Burrs in my flesh, arrested, drugged, tortured by peanut butter and a felt giant

I'm at an outside bar on a mountain top with college friends drinking a beer. A friend gives me beers in tiny, oddly shaped bottles which I don't like, they taste strongly of molasses.

I'm walking on a path on the mountain and fall into a burr bush, many burrs stick deeply in me. As I pull them out, more burrs lodge into my finger tips. Some of the burrs were still attached to branches and just as I get almost all the burrs out, I fall into the branches I just unattached from me. This happens over and over again, the burrs are very painful to remove and they seem to be getting bigger, the size and general shape of a shark tooth. I fall down the mountain into another burr bush and walk into a neighborhood.

There is a lawn party going on and I'm still removing burrs, my fingers bleeding badly with deep cuts. I think a girl I know lives next door to the party and I want to go use her sink to wash, but I realize she lives several streets down.

A police officer approaches me as I'm removing burrs and begins to arrest me, thinking I'm on drugs. I try to explain I'm just removing burrs and need medical help, but he doesn't believe me. I'm not resisting arrest, but they're being careful with me as if I have violent potential. I tell them that if they arrest me, I'll sue them. I ask one officer to keep one of the burrs as proof I was just pulling burrs out of my body. He condescendingly laughs.

They want to restrain me with handcuffs, but don't as they believe I'm on drugs and may hurt myself. I notice I have burrs under my shirt and take it off. I have several wooden hooks piercing my breast, much like one may see someone put in themselves during a religious ecstasy. As I remove them, this makes the cops even more certain I'm on drugs. A cop draws a line in magic marker under my belly button, indicating where they'll put some sort of special restraining device.

A cop is trying to prick my lip with a toothpick with a drug on it which will knock me out. I push him away, telling him to wait until I get the burrs out, then he can knock me out if they take me to a hospital.

They usher me into some sort of holding cell and insert a huge needle attached to tubing near my belly button and start pumping a drug in me. It doesn't knock me out like it's supposed to, but makes me tingle all over which at first increases the pain on my finger tips, but then is rather soothing and numbing like nitrous oxide.

I have the sudden realization that I can call a lawyer. They just laugh at me. Then I ask them to take a blood sample so I can prove I don't do drugs, and repeat that I'll sue them and they'll lose their jobs. One replies, "We'll take a blood sample all right," and inserts a gigantic syringe into my arm drawing out a pint or more of blood which looks like weak cherry Kool-aid.

They keep acting as though they're having trouble restraining me although I'm not resisting. One cop says, "Let's give him the [mumbled] treatment," and takes a spoonful of peanut butter out of a jar and begins to peel an orange with a knife. I wonder if they're going to squirt citrus juice into my cuts, but they put peanut butter on the roof of my mouth and pantyhose over my head. It's supposed to be like water boarding, but it doesn't work on me.

They say, "Let's introduce him to Benny/Beno." A gigantic H.R. Puffnstuff man with an over-sized head walks towards me and begins jostling me around. He's a prisoner and seems to be preparing to beat me to a pulp. He has orange felt skin on his face ans is wearing a hat like my orange fishing hat. I'm talking to him, saying we can be friends. I'm afraid he'll beat me up. He jumps on my and sort of piggy-backs on my side. He sticks out a grotesquely large and long tongue and starts licking my arm. This is supposed to be torture, but although his tongue is disgusting it actually is soothing as he licks the wounds on my arm.

I wake up to a song.