End of the world cult, kidnapping

I'm at a religious event in an indoor stadium, it has something to do with the prediction of the end of the world by nuclear war which is happening in 2017, after a period of global harmony starting in 2012. Everybody is buying bulk food to store at the end times. I realize I have to do the same as the rest of the world is going crazy.

After the event, my dad says those who didn't attend should ask for forgiveness. "I came only because it's intellectually stimulating to observe," I respond.

I'm with a girl I've been dating, we walk to me parent's car who we're riding home with. When we get to the car, I'm surprised irritated to see two of my nieces in the back seat. The absolute most the car can fit is six and my brother has a friend that needs a ride too, for a total of 8. I walk back to my brother, standing outside the doors of stadium with his friend. I explain the situation.

I'm back in the car and explain that there are enough cars to fit everybody going back to the town we're going to, but we have to wait to make sure everybody knows the arrangements. I go back to the area outside the stadium. I see my dad drive the car around the outside of the parking lot towards us, I point it out to my brother. He takes a wrong turn but eventually gets to us. I scold him for leaving where he was, telling him in situations like this it;s best to stay where everybody knows you are. We get in an argument - he claims that the problem is a timing thing and he and one of the nieces are the only ones who got it right. I argue that the problem was he brought more people than the car could fit. I ask my brother to explain the situation to him, but he doesn't.

We're driving away, everybody seems to be in the car. I have a device that is both a phone and a very famous electronic basketball game, I've hardly used the game. My brother says he knows the people who originally designed the game in one May. I think about saying it was clearly based on the handheld basketball game from the mid seventies, but my mom announces she's made it to the tournament. I'm surprised she's played at all.

We're stopped, waiting to make sure the rest of the people from our town have rides. My brother has walked back to the stadium to make sure. I'm standing in the street. My dad suddenly drives by in a car he seems to have stolen. I look back at the car and notice two men seem to be trying to kidnap the rest of the people in the car - my mom, girlfriend and nieces. I run down the street hoping to find help. I find a baseball bat on the sidewalk and pick it up to use as a weapon. I decide to stop cars and make people help me. The first car I stop is a delivery truck, I point to the car and tell the driver it's a kidnapping. I notice the driver is a young teenager who wouldn't be much help. There is a schoolbus parked in the opposite lane, so I tell the driver just to stay there so I can gather up a posse from the cars that will have to stop behind.

I'm a terrorist or something

I'm at a concert and have a lot of plastic explosives. I place a small amount on top of some sort of shelf, perhaps a large speaker. I expect it to make a huge explosion, but it is hardly enough to bather anyone. I'm on the street and realize I could get in a lot of trouble for setting off a bomb.

There is violence in the streets - I have a gun and am picking up ammunition off the ground. I'm collecting so much of it, I'm carrying it around in a basket I've improvised by holding out the bottom of my tee shirt.

Moving back in with my parents

My parents are making modifications to the NC house in preparation for my moving in. I've just discovered there's no way to get into my semi-private part of the house without climbing a ladder. I'm angry, but walk to a far away detached garage that will be mine to make sure I'm correct before confronting them. As I walk back, there's a man with a remote control garage opener trying to get it to function on a door adjacent to mine. He is wary to walk closer to the door because something criminal is going on, but I can't tell if the man is afraid of the criminal activity or is part of the criminal activity.

Back in the house, I tell my parents what a terrible idea it was making it so I had to climb a ladder to get into my room. I explain how hard it will be carrying groceries up a ladder.

Later, I'm in front of the house with people who are my friends. It's just before dawn. Several groups of many pinpoints of light fly across the sky. Three large spaceships appear quite near the ground. I rush inside to turn the lights off so I can get better pictures of the craft.

Shopping

I'm shopping in a store with a childhood friend. I have an anatomically correct plastic stick figure toy in the cart and my friend is getting a lot of old porn mags. We come upon my mom who wants to buy our purchases for us. I don't want her to see what we're buying.

A few buildings down there's another store. In it, I find many old tiny romance books high on a deep, disregarded shelf. There are too many to carry at once, but I want to buy all of them for the woman I'm dating. I carry as many as I can hold back to the first store and return for more. I realize I walked out without paying and notice I'm wearing a yellow and blue vest that makes me look like a clerk. I wonder if I should just walk out with more books.

I come upon a friend who has been on some sort of hiking or hitchhiking journey and hasn't bathed in weeks. He's standing on a street corner among a large amount of rotting mushrooms.

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.

Filming a movie, buying shoes and trying to get breakfast

I'm in a large room with a huge geopolitical globe made of ornate wood flying a remote control toy plane with a camera on it. I have to shoot the opening sequence of a film, which pans across the Costa Rica part of the map. The whole dream takes place in a gigantic room, which must be a movie set.

I'm waking up in a sleeping bag. There is someone sleeping in a sleeping bag next to me. Much dust and tiny insects are hanging in the air, lit up by early morning sunbeams. A large and colorful caterpillar/sea slug is crawling through the air eating the insects and dust. It's very close to the person next to me and rather creepy looking.

I have to get up early to go buy shoes. A friend I used to date is coming with me. I buy some outlandish red shoes and wear them as we walk to breakfast. It's very early and the restaurant is just opening. One must climb a precarious wedge of bent and polished wood to reach the door to the restaurant - I'm having trouble keeping my balance. A waitress comes through the door at the top and swings to me on a red satin rope, handing me a second red satin rope when she reaches me. I'm supposed to swing across the space to reach the door, but also have trouble doing this.

The room is now a large artificial canyon with limestone wally. I see a missile hit the wall near the top of the canyon - it's not a real missile, but a model for the movie set. It knocks down a water tower at the top of the canyon. The water tower is supposed to be in Gaza or the West Bank. I worry that the water tower may come collapsing down on me.

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.