Vacation in Hawaii

I've arrived in Hawaii for vacation. I slept the entire plane ride. I'm very happy to be there, I'm with someone who is familiar with Hawaii although I can't tell if it's because they live there or have visited before. I tell them I want to go to the beach and pick a fresh coconut. We travel through an enormous produce section with giant pyramids of exotic fruit, the only thing I recognize are coconuts.

We arrive at the beach, or rather, are walking on a path just beyond where the jungle starts. There are many trees with coconuts and I wonder how the store can sell any when they are free for the picking just a few yards away. I literally skip out onto the beach I'm so happy.

My companion takes me to another beach. We're walking through a convention center of sorts. At one point, we slide down a steep tile slope inside in plastic school chairs. We are out on the next beach and it quickly becomes night. The stars are brilliant. As I'm admiring them, static electricity like balls begin falling through the sky in the distance, coming towards us. Someone behind me yells that a physician says the balls may be harmful and for everybody to get inside. My body will only move in slow motion as I try to make it up a hill to the closest building. The electricity balls are falling around me, breaking into a shower of white sparks over whatever they hit.

Flying a kite

I'm in the driveway flying a kite I've made myself. My parents come home and I bring the kite down, it's a bit damaged. I tape some new wood onto it and take the opportunity to switch the metal chain I've been using as a string - I use dental floss instead.

I launch the kite and it quickly goes up through a large tree and bumps into a neighbor's window - it looks like its a bathroom and the neighbor is shaving. I bring it down and wonder if I should go out on a dock behind the garage to launch it. I launch it again in the driveway and it goes up into the clear.

Darkening my dorm room

I'm back in my high school dorm, which is also sort of a hotel and also sort of a hospital. I'm at a reception desk on which there are pieces of torn letters I think might be to or from me. There's no one around but I can hear someone in the back room. It's dark and I can't read the writing on the torn envelopes. I'm very sleepy and lay down in the hall waiting for the person in back to come out, struggling not to fall asleep.

The man comes to the desk and turns on a light. He's black with a foreign accent. The letters are not to me. I go to my room and shut the door.

I've just moved in and there's a bunch of junk in the middle of the room - brooms, fishing polls, boxes. I'm putting some in the closet and accidentally hit a call button. The man from the desk comes and I tell him I hit it by mistake. He comes in and points out it's odd that I have what looks like a push mower but functions as a cement roller. He leaves. Suddenly a girl with some acne I find somewhat attractive is helping me organize and is much better at it than I. I'm showing her pictures of old friends and trying to pin up blankets over the windows to darken the room so I can sleep.

The blankets don't keep the morning light out very well. As the girl is helping me put up the blankets she tells me she'd like to get to know me better. I ask her what kind of food she likes and I'll take her out to eat if she wants.

Trying to sleep in a garage

I'm in a cluttered garage with an old man, his wife and a young woman. I think everyone is trying to sleep, I can see none of them clearly. The young woman keeps babbling inane things, the old man keeps telling her to shut up, that he wants some quiet.

Finally, the woman shuts up. After a moment, the man makes an impolite comment about the woman and chuckles to himself. After several more moments, he does it again, and again and again. Eventually everyone sleeps.

"Dad, a flying saucer just destroyed our house, you know that right?"

I'm with my parents on a small grassy hill. There's a TV on with the sound off. CNN is covering a speech by the President. Nobody is paying much attention to the TV, but I notice that behind Wolf Blitzer there are objects that look like flattened modern teapots with no handle flying through the sky doing aerial maneuvers.

I make a mental note to check to see what they were in the morning.

I've woken up, it's morning and I'm with my dad in the backyard. I see one of the objects I saw on TV last night - I point it out to my dad and strangers around - everyone sees it but doesn't think it's remarkable.

It flips and flies toward us, stopping just beyond a huge tree with its silver bottom part flush toward us, perpendicular to the ground. It's definitely an alien spacecraft. It's huge, a lot larger that it seemed flying through the sky. My dad isn't even looking at it, but continues to read the newspaper in a lawn chair.

The vehicle rights itself and plows into our house, completely destroying it just yards away from us. My dad glances over from his paper, but just continues reading as some sort of staircase like thing emerges from the craft. "Dad, a flying saucer just destroyed our house, you know that right?" He acknowledges that he heard me with a "um-hmm" and continues to read the paper.

A game in the parking lot

I've recently moved into a new apartment. I have not gotten my deposit back from my last landlord, but can't remember where I lived so don't know who to go to. It's spirngtime and there's a lot of melting snowbanks full of cinders and sand. I throw handuls of the dirty snow which burst into beautiful patterns when hitting the ground.

There are outside video game like things in the parking lot. There are a group of males playing a particular game which takes two players to play. It's like a squirt gun game at a fair. We play a few times but don't win.

The two guys give up and leave. A girl who I find attractive joins me to play the two player game. I realize the game will accept more than a quarter at a time. I put in a whole lot of change. My co-player is short, I have to hold her up to aim the squirt gun. On the first try we do better than I did with my former teammates. I reach into my pocket for more change and pull out a wedding band I found on the roadside decades ago in waking life while walking the Appalachian Trail which I've since lost. It's very tiny, but I'm able to slide it on my pinkey and exclaim, "I haven't seen this since 1989!"

I put even more change into the game this time. When we look up at the funnel you're supposed to shoot the squirt gun at, it's broken, but we play the game anyway. This time, we win! A door opens up in the game, beyond which is a small tight staircase. I tell my partner to go up into it to get the prize. The dream ends as the perspective follows her up the stair case.

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.