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.

Great art material

I'm playing guitar in front of a large audience. The strings are all screwed up and one of them is very rusty, but I'm making sounds one would never guess came from a guitar.

Later, I'm in a large warehouse full of art supplies. I'm working with a light brown material which is somewhere between oil pain and modeling clay. I'm making intricate designs on a gigantic canvas. The material is very flexible - with it I'm making both tiny delicate designs and large basalt-column like sculptures. An elderly woman is working with the same material - she takes a stick of it and flings it in the air, creating a sheet that forms fantastic patters and shapes, then boomerangs back into her hands.

A historic home run

I'm at a baseball game in a basketball gymnasium. I'm coming back to my seat, walking across the court when a baseball that went into the crowd rolls by. I pick it up - a historic home run was hit with this baseball. I make a mental note to get the hitter to sign the baseball with the date on it so I can prove it was the baseball involved in the historic home-run.

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.

Visiting a friend's neighbor on The Lake of the Woods

I'm at the Lake of the Woods with my dad. Before arriving at our friend's cabin, we stop at one of his neighbor's houses. I want to just walk in, but my dad thinks we should knock. We both give all sorts of reasons for our positions, but I just walk in, thinking my dad will follow me. As I'm walking up stairs, my dad stops in the foyer to make a phone call.

On the second floor an elderly woman is exiting the den and meets me in the kitchen. "I hope you don't mind I just walked in, I'm a friend of your neighbor." The women enthusiastically responds of course it's OK to just walk in and goes back into the den, followed by a white dog. I follow her.

A second elderly woman sitting on a couch asks me, "This is quite different than your friend's place?" Indeed, it is - it is very plush with a shag rug, 70's decor and a modern TV - our friend's cabin is just that, an old wood cabin with bunks. The woman who greeted me has gotten into a pink heart shaped whirlpool and the dog is laying under water with her.

I suddenly feel awkward as the women are just watching TV and I don't know why we're stopping by anyway, it was my dad's mission. I think about asking if they live year round or go south in the winters. I can hear my dad talking on the phone and turn around to go get him. There is a young teenager who seems like he could be a boy or girl doing homework in a beanbag in a large cupboard in the kitchen.

I prepare to joke to my dad that it's probably less scary to find someone walking into your house and announcing themselves than noticing someone's talking on the phone downstairs, but he walks by me into the kitchen. There's now an older man in the kitchen. My dad picks up a phone book and says he'll prove we know their neighbor, but the man says "Good Lord, we know you know him. Your grandson (me) told us." My dad tries to present photocopied correspondence with our friend but the man starts some small talk - something about being from the middle of the US. My dad replies that most countries are shaped oddly and wouldn't balance on a stick if they were placed on it in the middle. The man says Canada's problem is it's being overrun by trees. My dad looks at me and I give him an "I guess so" look.

I'm looking out over the trees and water imagining that biodiversity probably would increase if one cut wide bands through the thick forest.

Shaking Obama's hand, flying with a device strapped to my head

I'm driving home from vacation with my dad and a childhood friend. We stop stop at a hotel to find our reservations have been canceled. I find out a celebrity bought out the whole place. As the celebrity gets out of his limousine, I confront him to complain. He offers me a stack of cash which appears to be all $100 bills. I spread it and it's all ones and fives in the middle. I ask for more money and he gives me more. I split the money with my dad and friend.

We drive on to another hotel and check in. My friend is disappointed a Wolfgang Puck restaurant in the complex is closed. Each guest at this hotel gets a Seguay. Obama carrying stuffed giraffe. On the way to our room, I see President Barack Obama. In the dream, he is known to be always carrying one of his children in his arms, but now he is carrying a stuffed plastic giraffe, holding one of its hands. I tell him I'll hold the hand so IO can shake his. We shake, and he doesn't let go of my hand for an uncomfortable amount of time as he walks on.

Our Segues have turned into headlamp like contraptions that allow you to fly. My friend and I fly throughout different amazing rooms in the complex which is like a mall/amusement park. We fly outside over a canyon with a mighty river flowing through it. While I go down into the canyon several strangers I'm carrying doubt my skill and are afraid we'll plunge into the water far below.

Outside our room is a sea which rolls in and out of a residential area. Most people are afraid to enter the violent current, but I jump in and the sea entirely recedes. While waiting for it to come back I wonder how all the people get to work as their driveways are frequently submerged in the sea.

Again, I'm flying by the device strapped to my head. We fly by a fireworks display being set up and I worry the fireworks will shoot off and hit me. We notice what seems to be huge stacks of hamburger buns in the distance and fly over to investigate. We're surprised to find they are just a dozen or so of gigantic hamburger buns. We land and I'm propositioned by homosexual. I ignore him and walk on, taking to the air again.

We decide to return to our room. The batteries in my device seem to be wearing out, I'm having difficulty staying aloft. I find that I can keep in flight just barely if I heep the "headlamp" adjusted with my hand, but I go slow and can't control my direction very well.

Cat-sitting, Scarlet O'Hara extinguishes a fire

I'm cat-sitting for a friend. I'm plating a set of mini-CDs, each CD has one song on it and is packaged artistically, I'm finding it tedious to listen to an album this way. One of the singles has fallen behind a bookshelf - I tip over the bookshelf while trying to reach it.

Now, the spilled books are in the bathroom and the shelf is in the bedroom. A friend is helping me put everything back on the shelf. In the bedroom, I see a round piece of glass with a frog under it - it looks like one of my frogs. I lift up the glass and catch it.

I'm walking to my vivariums with the frog in my hand. I see another frog in front of me - it hops under a plant growing my a mailbox. I move a leaf to find my hand full of thistles. There's a group of old men sitting in lawn chairs around the mailbox - one says to me. "That's what he calls the old $2.01 treatment," motioning towards one of his companions standing by a red old fashioned gas pump that can't display a price per gallon greater that $0.99. The man doesn't speak English, but pantomimes to me that bark from a tree down the road will help me re3move the thistles.

The houses on the block have chasms instead of front yards - the front doors are reached by swinging bridges. When I near the tree, I see it's growing up out of the chasm with no way to reach the bark. Suddenly, the tree is gone - and so are the thistles in my hand.

My vivariums are lined up along the edge of a roof of a tall building. There are way too many frogs in the vivariums, especially some of them. I place the frog I caught into one of the less crowded vivs at the corner of the building. I get some frogs from an overpopulated viv to move to the less populated one on the end. When I return to the corner of the building, there's a small fire beyond the aquarium. Blue flames roll over the aquariums like rubbing alcohol is being burned off. I successfully blow out the fire, which I now notice was the bottom of a wooden flag pole burning.

Suddenly the dream shifts into a movie I'm watching. Scarlet O'Hara just blew out the fire and a male character from Gone with the Wind has just come upon her. They decide the best thing to do is throw the charred flagpole into the Mississippi, which runs to the side of the apartment building. They throw the flagpole over the ledge but it veers off course and lands on a cement basketball court below.