Boxing horses, wrecked hotel

I'm staying at a hotel with three other guys I don't really know. I wake up to find one of them has done hundreds of dollars worth of damage to the room and shades in the halls. I'm explaining to the others that if we con't call the cops on the guy ourselves the hotel is going to make us all pay for it.

I'm outside the hotel, looking up a hill. There are cowboys wrangling up wild horses and low flying aircraft. The horses have very strong hind legs and I think about how I told someone in waking life my body aches felt like I'd been kicked by a horse. The horses can use their front legs a bit like arms and two of them are having a fistfight.

I'm wrestling with the guy who wrecked the hotel room. I hear a particularly loud particularly low plane that seems to be approaching from beyond the hill. As I wonder if it's going to crash on us, it comes into view - it's not an airplane but a giant blue dumpster. The guy who I was going to call the cops on is holding onto me as if he would rather die with me, crushed by the dumpster, than be arrested.

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.

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 letter and gift from Julia Child

I'm walking down a street on my childhood paper route. I see two men knock on a door and pull out guns when the resident answers. I'm many yards away, but suddenly I have one of the men's gun in my hand. I point it at them, my hands shaking. A dozen or so other people with guns show up and hold the men at gunpoint. Police officers take away the two men and I overhear something about a $60,000 reward.

There's a concert going on at my junior high. The junior high band is practicing a Christmas carol, I walk out of the practice room into a large hall when an all black orchestra is giving the concert. I talk to one of the musicians and someone in the audience, telling them that Julia Child once wrote a letter to me about my fanzine - which interviewed musicians about food.

I'm in another room at my junior high with coworkers. One has received a musical keyboard he ordered from eBay. I play a console organ with him. I notice the organ is damaged in a corner, but the damages although severe seem to be only cosmetic.

I'm in a hall, still in the junior high but there are lines of people waiting in grocery store checkouts. A young man gives me a small cheap fabric badge for assisting is arresting the criminals earlier in the dream, the award I understood to be $60,000.

A coworker and I enter a room that's supposed to be my bedroom with the understanding we're going to have sex. We're naked. There's a vinegary smell in the room but the window is open. As I'm thinking the vinegar smell will soon clear out through the window, my coworker closes it, saying she feels cold. I don't feel comfortable with the situation and to avoid sex, I suggest we put sunscreen lotion on our inner arms and armpits.

I'm at a dinner party in an opulent mansion. I'm again telling the story of how Julia Child wrote me, when I discover she's actually at the dinner party. She shows me different sets of fine wines that I can order for $0.69 because I know her. When she asks me which set I'd like I tell her I'm appreciative, but can't really judge that any wine is a higher quality than another once the price gets over $20 a bottle so maybe she should chose for me. She seems a bit condescending but polite as she walks off to find a collection of mustards she says I'd probably prefer.

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.

A giant crab like insect will eat the wooden rafters

I realize I've owned a motorcycle for years but have forgotten. It's near an aunt and uncle's house in front of where a neighbor's house and huge pile of dirt used to be. Almost all the dirt has been removed and there is a different and rundown house near by. My motorcycle has a self-diagnostic test, which I run. The cycle jumps onto the neighbor's porch. A man comes out to see what's going on. He's a motorcycle mechanic and tells me the sensors for the diagnostic tests are lose, so I have to get them hooked back up before I can find out if anything is wrong.

I get on the motorcycle and am joined my a friend - perhaps a cousin - who has a woman I had previously met with him. He asks if I want to come with them, I agree, thinking maybe I'll end up hooking up with the girl.

We ride the motorcycles to a house which is supposed to belong to a grandmother I never met. My cousins and other people are inside laying around playing games. I have a yo-yo but am not very good with it.

In the front-yard is an entrance to a underground sewage pipe or utility tunnel of some sort. I crawl into it and travel steeply down for several hundred yards. I come out at the bottom of a hill. I have a sack of old belongings which I throw into the rainwater sewer - old pictures, an incomplete Scrabble board, an old pillow. I feel like I'm polluting because I am.

I travel back up the hill, this time outside of the tunnel. There is a strip cleared for power lines and houses on either side. Many people are walking down the hill as I go up. Close to the top, I stop and greet a policeman who enters the utility tunnel with me. We walk back to the entrance I originally came in through - now there is a complicated and dangerous looking turn-style on the exit. I'm afraid it will crush my legs as I go through it, but it just pushes me out a little faster than I would have normally walked.

Back inside my grandmother's house, an aunt is smashing a giant crab like insect with her hands, exclaiming that it will eat the wooden rafters if it's not killed right away. It's body is three or four feet long and has eight legs which are more like tapeworms than legs. I know the scientific name of this creature and look it up in an encyclopedia.

A friend's wedding

I'm at school in North Carolina. It's near graduation and I can't remember if I had a required class that I stopped attending or not.

A friend is getting married extemporaneously. The ceremony will be on the border of North Carolina and Virginia on the coast - a four hour trip. My friend's father is giving several of us a ride in his pick-up truck. I complain that it's a bad idea that my friend is getting married - I say that he can get away with staying in a hotel a few nights and not paying for it, but he won't be able to get away with skipping out on all the bills related to a wedding.

I realize I'm very uncomfortable sitting in the bed of the truck and dread the four hour ride. I have my friends dad stop the truck as we are entering a highway on ramp. He meets me on the driver's side in the middle of the road - there's a cop with it's lights on coming and we're blocking the police car's way. I explain that I don't want to ride all the way in the bed of the truck and am going home and riding my bike up.

Walking back to my house to get my bike, I realize there's no way I can make it to the ceremony in time. I think about stopping by the liquor store.

A gondola ride along a river

I'm in a stadium carved out of rock with my family. We're under a ceiling of rock - there is no event going on, but jumbo television screens are showing a sports ceremony similar to the Olympics opening or closing ceremony. Suddenly, a security guard to the side of our section starts firing into the crowd. Nobody panics, not even everybody takes notice and those who do don't see it as unusual that the crowd is being fired upon. I leave.

I'm driving down a steep hill in an unfamiliar car. The brakes don't work well and I'm unable to make a turn at the bottom of the hill. I crash through a guard rail into overgrowth. I've had a few beers and don't want to call a tow truck or have the police find out. I fold up the car like a tent and carry it through the woods by the road. The road runs parallel to a river - the area between the road and river is a public park. I walk over a large hill of gravel and see an area of the park beyond a fence which requires a ticket to access. I crawl under the fence, nobody notices.

There is a roller coaster/train/gondola type ride running parallel to the river. There are grapples on cables passing by - passengers/riders are attached to most. I take a place on a line and immediately realize I've gotten on a line intended for small children. I have t6o switch to the adult size quickly as the line is approaching a narrow vertical chute - the child chute isn't large enough for me.

I get off at the end of the line and meet a friend walking toward me on a path through the woods. The dream shifts - my friend and I are the engineers responsible for keeping the ride in working order. My friend wants a cigarette - they are sold in packs of four at concession stands along the route. They're very poor quality and my friend complains. We grumble that if we quit our jobs, the owners would have to pay a lot of money to get someone who could figure out how the contraption works.

Owed pot, street party

I'm with an acquaintance who in the dream I had given money to to buy marijuana years ago. We go to his house and are sitting in the kitchen. All o0f his roommates have wheelchairs.

I'm alone with one of his roommates who tells me everybody else went to buy pot. When they arrive back, my friend won't give me any pot which I think is unfair. I tell him I'd rather just have the money I gave him anyway. Everyone is smoking pot, I don't want to. I think about asking my friend to just give me a little bit in case I want it later.

There is a commotion outside. Everybody goes out - there is a large party at the neighbors house that has spilled out onto the street. Police are on the opposite side of the street with their guns drawn - everybody that came out of the house shows their hands to the police. I cross my arms and show my hands and want to go back inside, but don't want to move quickly.

One officer shoots someone in the street - immediately after, the rest of the police lob tear gas into the crowd. The teargas doesn't seem to afftect us. We go back into the house.

Acting in an animated movie with Jason Lee

I'm in a movie starring Jason Lee, myself and three other actors. It's 3-D animated, but the characters are drawn to look like we actually are. The movie is a series of shorts, each parodying or mimicking a famous movie. The first is a Pulp Fiction style thing - the driver of a convertible we're all in drives up a stairway to pick up a glamorous girl.

The shorts switch very quickly, one second we'll be doing one thing in one character, the next we'll be in different characters in a different scene. Even we don't know what the next scene will be and we have to improvise as we figure it out. In one scene, we're cops, in another, we'll be the criminals. In a particularly surprising scene, we suddenly find ourselves hovering in mid-air as bees with long striped appendages where our penises would be. We figure out that they are a weapon and we're superheros flying around catching criminals eluding the cops.

The final scene is Star Wars, Jason Lee is Darth Vader and I'm his invalid right hand man - the other actors have to stand up at attention when Vader enters, but I just flop on the ground as I have no control over my body.

The credits start scrolling up the animated road we're standing on and I'm talking to the actors about the scenes we were in - not all of us recognized the movies that were being mimicked. Suddenly, the credits stop and a surprise scene starts in which we're running down a wildflower covered hill. Then the movie is really over. Nobody is sure what the last scene was supposed to be - someone guesses The Sound of Music, another The Wizard of Oz. I disagree with both, but add that it may have been the book version of The Wizard of Oz.

Late for school, cuddling a blue sloth

I'm late for school and disorganized - I have sandals on even though I know I'll be running and have forgotten my wallet. I'm hungry and am thinking I'll have to borrow money for food. As I bumble along my way, I notice I put my wallet in my front pocket.

I'm in the cafeteria for breakfast, there's hardly anyone else there and most of the food is gone. I order the only thing I see I want, hash-browns with cheese. The cafeteria worker convinces me to take the two last slabs of ribs too, they're huge. He makes me memorize what they're called to I can tell the cashier. I want some fruit, put down my tray to get a cup of fruit, but can't find the fruit. This happens repeatedly, I feel dizzy and intoxicated. Someone eventually helps me put some fruit on the plate. I'm having a hard time keeping the food on the plate at all, I drop a few ribs.

I'm now in a commons type area, police are taking away a student for fighting. An extremely attractive girl is climbing in and out of a window and likes that I notice. Two files of students walk down stairs and I recognize one as being the class I'm late to. I try to file in line, but end up sliding down a very steep hill. At the bottom, my feet work like ice skates and I gracefully glide to the end of the path where I wait for the rest of the class. The gym teacher says I look healthy and well rested and doesn't mind I missed a lot of class.

There is a water-ride like chute we're to take. I step in first. At the bottom of the ride is the gym. Outside, the teacher is demonstrating a laser/energy beam gun. He gets interrupted and has to go speak to someone. He hands the gun to me. After I play with it a while, it turns into a baby blue sloth-like creature hugging the weapon. I cuddle with the animal and feel very relaxed.

For some reason, when the teacher returns I get to run laps inside while everyone else stays outside doing something less fun. There is a group rehearsing for a musical in the gym. Sometimes I need to run in between the actors and their only prop - a plush yellow couch.

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.

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.

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.

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.

My frogs and I are guests of President Obama

I'm a guest of the President at the White House. I have my frogs with me, they are in a dilapidated attic with a forest floor at a steep angle, parallel to the roof. I'm having trouble keeping them in their tanks and difficulty keeping from sliding down the slope myself. While I'm trying to get a few I've caught back in, they all escape.

A childhood friend is helping me and thinks he saw one go out a window. We climb out onto the roof - which also has a forest floor and my friend catches it, but drops it. Then I catch it and it's not a frog, but a spider. I lose my footing and fall off the roof.

When I try to go back in a security guard asks to see my pass. I tell him I've been staying there several days, he responds that he hasn't seen me check in through the front door. I tell him I've been coming and going as I please through the back door because I'm a personal guest of the President. I'm looking for the pass in my wallet, and find it, but it has had sections torn off it making it no longer valid. I tell him to just go ask Obama, he'll confirm it's OK I'm there. Just then a high ranking official walks by and I ask him to confirm to the security guard I'm a guest, which he does. The security guard says, "OK, I'll let him in but this is sedition."

By then I can find no frogs, they've all found hiding places under leaves. I'm sad but tell myself it will be fun starting another collection of all new frogs.

Swimming to a dynamite show

I'm on vacation at the beach with my parents. We're staying right by the shore and have tickets for several baseball games each day. I decide I want to go swimming instead of seeing a game. The beach is so steep, I have to climb down it hand over hand. I have trouble finding a place for my towel where it will stay dry - the waves are large and violent - it ends up getting sopping wet.

I take to the water and decide to swim out to a long island parallel to shore. On the way out I pass a Latino man and his son and greet them.

I'm on the island and join a group of people sitting in bleachers on a driveway. A guy dressed like a magician in red satin comes out of the garage and starts his show, talking about how wild and crazy it will be. I walk down closer to him. He lights a stick of dynamite and throws it in the ocean. It hugely explodes, sending water all over the crowd. In a few seconds, a spout of muddy water comes up from a secondary explosion, we're pelted with clumps of mud.

After an intermission, the performer comes back saying he hopes he doesn't get arrested for doing his second act. Laughingly he reassures the audience everything is very safe. "If it wasn't, I wouldn't be able to do this!" He throws two lit sticks of dynamite into the bed of a pickup truck driving by carrying what look like three huge dry wreathes of vines. The truck explodes in a huge fireball. The magician tries to escape in the same direction the truck was going, but is soon brought back, arrested by police. They search his garage and find a cupboard packed with dynamite.

Wanting to visit a public school classroom

I'm on vacation with my family in my mom's home town. I decide I'll visit a classroom. I arrive at the school as the school day is about to begin and approach a security guard, not having formulated what I'll ask. At first, I think I'll simply ask where the homeroom for my name would be, but worrying he may think I'm a student I instead ask if I need to see the principal to get permission to sit in on a class. He directs me to the principal's office.

I explain I want to sit in on a junior high science class to another security guard in the principal's office. He tells me he doesn't think I'll be allowed because there's a lot of Tea Partiers around these days and they don't want them making trouble. He directs me to some other official who is not the principal, but in administration. This official declines my request. I think about arguing that I'm a taxpayer and have the right, but instead say I'm not a journalist but work in public relations and that this has been a very negative experience for me. I think about dropping my mother's maiden name, the family is the well respected and well known owner of a farm implement business in the small town. Instead, I tell him I want to talk to the principal. He directs me across the hall.

The reception room for the office is very lavish and modern, but nobody's there. I wander around the school, which is very modern as a whole and surprisingly large. It's lunchtime by now - the cafeteria is a large room with stadium seating. There's a special room with beds where students can take naps. I realize I'm sleepy and decide to give up and take a nap at my aunt and uncle's house.

A watch, fire, flood, boat crash, party and decapitation

I'm in the North Carolina house, on vacation from my current job in Minnesota. I'm admiring a watch my dad had given me some time ago. I realize I've never wound it up and there's no battery nor a way to wind it, although there's a ring around the face that rotates. I tell my parents it doesn't have a battery, but they don't believe me. They are leaving for an evening church service and I wonder if it's Christmas Eve but look at my watch and see it's still two days away.

I'm still admiring my watch after they leave, while I'm tinkering with it, the crystal face breaks and a liquid leaks out and catches fire on Christmas decorations. I frantically but successfully put all the flames out. As I'm ensuring I didn't miss any flames, the front door opens and a torrent of water rushes into the house which rapidly floods. I run to the kitchen and am suddenly on the roof trying to unclog drains to stop the house from flooding.

All of a sudden it's dark throughout the house and the flooding hasn't happened. I'm looking for lights to turn on and a broom and dustbin to clean up the ashes from the fire. I can't find light switches. I'm looking in the garage and pick up a bicycle wheel and roll it down a flight of stairs. It rockets back up as if someone has thrown it. I'm terrified and find the button to open the garage door. As I run out, I see that the stairs have been sealed off half-way down by a wall of newspaper.

There is a red convertible parked in the driveway. I approach it to tell them to leave and find five rednecks in it. I decide to be suave and reason with them. I bum a cigarette. One of them asks me if I have any [garbled word]. I ask him to repeat and he repeats the word, which I hear but don't know what it means. Seeing I still don't understand, he says, "I'm asking you if you want any speed." I tell him I don't like speed. Headlights approach and I tell them it's my parents and they'll call the cops. The rednecks peel out of the driveway.

It wasn't my parents. I walk back towards the garage, the door is now closed. A vehicle comes barreling down the driveway and crashes into the garage door. I run to help the occupants of the vehicle which is a blue fiberglass sailboat with wheels. I try to yell at people on the street for help. At first I can't yell, but eventually cry out for someone with a cellphone. A woman emerges from the wreck, dazed but apparently unhurt. She has a toddler with her. She sits down on lawn furniture and I ask her what happened. She says they were rolling down the hill and lost control.

I'm back in the house. There's a lot of people I don't know having a party all throughout the house. They are giving brief political opinions which are met with cheers and jeers. A man says the most important Amendment to the Constitution is the 12th and when asked, he explains the 10th. He reaches under our kitchen table and asks rhetorically, "What do you think about my illegal gun?"

He aims the over-sized machine gun at people behind me and opens fire. A old professor type man on the other side of the house fires a bazooka at the man. When the smoke clears, I see that the barrel of the first man's weapon has bent in a U back towards his face. He knows it's going to fire and there's a look of shock on his face. The gun fires and the spray of bullets neatly decapitates him.

Odd overalls, projected into the future

I'm in Washington DC on vacation. In the dream, most of my high school friends live there and I'm staying with one of them. She measures me for clothes she intends to make me as a gift.

I leave her apartment for some reason and have to go up and down a series of confusing stairs to get to the door. I try to call my parents to tell them where I'm staying, but my cell is broken and waterlogged and falling apart. When I return, I can't figure out how to get back to her apartment through the maze of stairs so I climb a tree outside, bend a branch back and let it catapult me through an open window. There is a party going on. A childhood friend is playing piano for everyone and as part of the song, he hypnotizes me and has me do things I don't remember when the song is done.

My friend has made me over-sized overalls where the legs of the pants are only about six inches long, the crotch six inches above my ankles. She's made one for herself too and she puts it on. When I put mine on, the legs are normal length, it's just a very over-sized pair of overalls. She is disappointed in her work.

I'm wandering through the city alone. As I walk through distinct neighborhoods, I become disoriented, day turns to night and back and the seasons change.

I realize if I say my name in a certain way, I can somewhat control the rate at which I'm being propelled into the future.

I enter a basement bar with mostly Hispanic customers and a traditional Mexican band. The band finishes and I am to play next. I'm restringing a grotesquely large four stringed guitar, unsure what order the strings are supposed to go in. Some sort of altercation breaks out, some customers or maybe the last band is trying to incite violence with me. I whirl the unusually long guitar string around me like a jumping rope forming a protective field. I say my name in a special way which phones 9-1-1 into the past.