Quick bursts

Group walks into a hotel with a mall and casino attached. I leave for another hotel, but don’t know why I’m not going to the casino.

Working on my laptop in a middle school. I leave it.

I get out of my car and it has two flat tires. I leave it in Donna’s garage.

Women in an office, one of them tries to give me an education voucher form.

What a ride

The blazer is parked by the side of a road with luggage piled next to it. A female cop pulls up and tells us to move along since we are blocking a lane of traffic.
Later a sheriff pulls up next to the blazer in a gravel parking lot and starts talking to me through the open windows. I am anxious to get away but he keeps asking me questions. Another vehicle pulls between us to talk to him and I take the opportunity to drive quickly away. I speed up, taking corners too fast and flying over some railroad tracks. The tracks turn into a roller coaster and now I am driving my new car, the Honda Civic Si along the rails. I fear that the car will fly off in one of turns but I keep driving faster. The speedometer reads 70 miles per hour. I drive up a big hill and down the other side, then I hit a jump and the car flies up into the air and sails over a river far below. The car begins to drop, then falls rapidly away from me. It is as if it was a convertible that I flew out the top of. I look below me and try to aim for the middle of the river. I see it is surrounded by swampland. I see Mom and Dad below shouting at me and I also see the car stuck in mud at the bank of the river with large and deep skid marks behind it. I keep drifting back and forth and although I try to control my path, I keep drifting off course. The ground is approaching and I see that I am going to land in a shallow area of water in the middle of a swamp. I picture myself landing gently on two feet.

Mystery

In the lobby of a fancy hotel with Dad and Stacy. Bellhops appear to take our coats and bags. We sit on orate couches. Another bellhop comes up with a silver cup of steaming hot water and a mug of shaving cream, I am supposed to follow him to a room to get cleaned up. Instead I sneak down the hall and into a storage room full of old stuff and work benches. I am looking through things, trying to find something. A man working at a tool bench asks if he can help me. I think I’m busted and take a risk – I tell I just started work here and am checking things out and that I love seeing all this old stuff. He leaves me alone. I go through a stack of Disney posters looking for a particular one. There are original drawings and autographed movie posters. I find two of the poster I am looking for and choose the one in the best shape. I roll it up and stuff it down the front of my shirt. I leave back down the hall, but can’t find the family.

Crutch and I are carrying a large crate down the same hallway. He wants to set it down and open it in a large open room (like a conference or ballroom). But I say we need to put it in the storage room since it locks. I think there are weapons inside the crate. But what for? Are we hiding them from bad guys or selling them? There is someone in the storage room, so we try a locked office. The office we choose belongs to our creative department. But a woman tells us that we have to get permission in advance to store anything in there.

I am engaged to a woman. She has just introduced me to her family. Her sister is killed. The sister’s husband with us, but doesn’t do anything. The next day, I have to tell her parents that their daughter is dead. I am getting along with the parents and as we are talking I realize they don’t know. We have just gotten onto a tour-type bus. I tell them their daughter is dead. The mother asks, “Why didn’t they tell us? Did they want to spare us?” Then she loses it and begins crying uncontrollably. The husband holds her. A woman (the bus driver or a tour guide?) tells me that they are turning the bus around because she is crying.

The kindness of strangers

An old woman I don’t know died and left me $32,000. I thought, “Well, it’s enough to pay my debts.”

Rah

Pep rally or convention held in a large room that’s a cross between a medieval courtyard and a high school gym. Long tables, old frat brothers sit in the back and make fun of the speakers. Andy Murray turns around and asks where I got the folder and if they handed out new materials for this presentation. A family in college sweatshirts speaks at a podium. People tape posters to the walls around the room.

Brooke and I go to our room on a cruise ship. We are sharing a room with 6 beds. A bunch of boys walk in just ahead of us. At the front desk, we switch to a room with an outer view.

I’m going to catch a train from an airport to a city. But the tunnel is closed. Don Littlejohn is suddenly with me and finds a basketball, which he shoots off light poles. We get on a bus that waits among a long line of buses.

Jackpot

Dave and I are in a huge arcade. He is in a corner playing a video game and I walk past a row of slot machines. But the one I play is odd because I pull a handle in the middle of floor all by itself, then walk through the arcade and around a corner to the actual machine which by the time I get there is already about to stop spinning it’s wheels. I walk back to the handle to try again. After I pull, I walk back to the machine and there is a crowd around it. All three wheels have hit the same crazy symbol, something like Super Jacks represented by a giant “J”. There are large silver coins piling up inn front of the machine. But I never hear the cling, cling, cling of the coins falling that I love so much. I start running my fingers through the coins, even digging them out from beside the machine where they are over-flowing. There is a digital read-out right below the wheels that reads how large the pay out is. It is a 1 or 5 followed by 6 or 8 zeros. I leave to find Dave or because I have a job interview. When I tell Dave about all the money I won, he doesn’t believe me and won’t come with me to look or help pick up the money. He says there’s no way I won whatever thousands of dollars in an arcade. When I return to the machine, the pile of coins is gone. I turn to the manager who is nearby arranging large plastic cups of pennies. I ask him where he put my money and he just shrugs and says something. Only then do I realize that the crowd has disappeared with my money.

Messy

Brooke is trying to find a parking space is a dark lot. It has a college feel. She pulls around the lot and drives over a curb to get in a space. There is a building in the middle of the lot and on the opposite side is a small group of people. Brooke and I join the group under the awning they stand under. A maintenance man is repairing the aluminum structure of the awning. I notice it buckling or tearing and wonder if everyone is in danger if it collapses. But no one looks concerned and I forget about it as Brooke and I leave the group. Brooke then tells the maintenance man that he needs to fix something else and get a memorial built over her. He dismisses her. Brooke huffs away very upset. Seeing this, the man tries to find out how he can help. But Brooke is already walking away, she is too upset to respond to my calls to her. The maintenance man asks what denomination we are. I reply Judaism and he tells me a phone number. It is some numbers and the word guilt followed by more numbers. (something like 010-GUILT-22) He says it is the number of the counselor or someone in charge of that department.

I have just moved into a huge apartment. It seems to be one giant room that has a series of rooms built into out of plywood. There are also random structures made of the same wood for example a palm tree. I follow two guys (my new roommates) running through it. We crawl through tunnels and up ladders. There are toys and junk all over the floors and the kitchen is littered with beer bottles on every surface. We end up sitting on the second floor overlooking all the way down to the first. The ceiling is huge. The walls are decorated with balloons and posters. One giant one reads, “All you need is” and a bigger one below it says “Love.”

I show up to work in a kitchen as a dishwasher, but I am wearing slacks. I roll up the sleeves of the thick dress shirt I am wearing and survey the place. It is a mess. There are dishes and food stacked everywhere. My Kenneth Cole shoes with the worn soles are sliding through a layer of grease and slime on the floor.

Big city. Big star.

I move to NYC. My apartment is big, dingy and cluttered. I climb stairs to reach it and after I enter, I bolt the door. I start to walk in but turn and put the chain on the door also. I am walking or running down a city street and ask someone where the nearest subway stop is. I know without getting an answer that there is one behind me a few blocks and one ahead but they are for different trains. I don’t know which one I need but I continue on the direction I was going. I am on my way to meet Dave. Then we are walking down a narrow street and a bright yellow SUV turns suddenly across the street and squeals to a stop blocking traffic. A woman in a brown leather jacket jumps out and yells, “This is a robbery!” Dave and I melt backwards into the crowd that has formed. Dave slips away before I am able. As we walk away, I see a couple I know and tell them that I just got back to town. They say great and that they’ll have to tell Chris and someone else. I don’t know who any of these people are.

I am back in the same apartment, but it is not mine although I am living there. There are several people watching TV in the bedroom. I tell a woman that I ate some of the lamp chops in the fridge and hope that is ok. The woman is Sharon Osborne. A man I don’t recognize tells me it’s fine, to make myself at home. Then I am sitting at dinner telling a rock star how I’ve been living with a rock star. Either I am telling Ozzy Osborne about ho I met another rock star friend of his or I am telling another rock star about living with Ozzy. I am not aware of any cameras recording the TV show “The Ozbornes” for Mtv.

Getting by with respect

I am walking across a long highway bridge, traffic roaring past. I am tired. Suddenly a 4 by 4 little off road cart (an ATV) pulls up at the driver says hop on. The driver is a retarded kid, his body is bent and limbs are too short. The 4 by 4 is his wheel chair. I climb on and he takes off into the city. We are cruising the streets of NYC and I give him an address by cross-streets. We pass a high school marching band getting off a tour bus and the kids yell out his name to stop. He just laughs and keeps going. After he drops me off, I walk past two women calling his name. I ask if they are looking for the kid on the 4 by 4 and point out which way he went.

I am in and old diner or cafe, trying to raise or lower an American flag thru a hole in the ceiling. I lower the flag but can’t remove it, it is sewed into the rope. I try to raise it again but it won’t go up. Am I pulling the rope in the wrong direction? An old man excuses himself as he passes in front of me to put a folded American flag up on a shelf. It is more like bunched into a rectangle than folded into the proper triangle. The man is a veteran cleaning up after a meeting of his veteran’s group that meets here.

Stop the party

I am at a mansion, there is some kind of huge yard sale out front and a party inside. There are old round wooden tables, each one covered in identical merchandise. Across the yard are white linens hanging from trees or fences, blowing in the breeze. On the other side of the yard is someone grilled and served picnic food for the party. I walk up a staircase towards the inside of the house, behind me I turn to see Andrew and Chauncey. I am amazed and overjoyed that Chauncey is alive and embrace him.

I am in a crime lab talking to a forensic investigator (the young guy on CSI) about a strange noise coming from another room. In the corner of the room, a body that I thought was dead says, “Try the key of C” I turn to look at him and it is just a head sitting on a tray attached to several wires. The head blows onto a comb wrapped in wax paper like a harmonica and the noise in the other room answers him in kind. The noise is now recognizable as whale song. I go into the other room. It is a bathroom like a locker room. I see a dolphin floating in a glass shower with the door closed and full of water. The dolphin rises out of and above the shower door as if to talk to me. But instead it leaps up and toward a window. As the dolphin leaps out of the window, it changes into a small polar bear. I yell that it’s getting away as I watch it run off across the courtyard 2 or 3 stories below.

An old man pulls off the road to give a kid a ride. The kid is pushing a bike. The old mans is going to put it the trunk. But instead he picks up a cart on the side of the road and tries repeatedly to throw in up on top of some scaffolding on the side of a building on the side of the road. The cart flies up almost hooks on the bars of the scaffold, then falls again.

There is a magic show in a never-ending field. It has a Central Park feel, everyone on blankets on the grass. A magician comes through the crowd, doing tricks. He makes a raw turkey appear and hands it to me. I look inside.

There is a little girl shooting bottle rockets by my apartment. When I walk up, she runs off. I pick up a bottle rocket she dropped. I want to shoot it across the lake and try to skip it across the surface like a stone. I go inside to find a lighter. Beth is inside vacuuming naked. I move towards her and she backs up against the wall towards the corner of the room. I lean in to kiss her while closing the front door. She turns away towards the corner and gets her skin caught in the closing door above the hinge. She yells, “Ow, my nipple!”

Savage

I am in an unfinished basement. I pass a refrigerator with the top and bottom doors opened. I assume it is unplugged, but there is ice on the eggo waffles inside. I take a piss in the corner of the room. I hear someone coming down the stairs. I hide behind a table. A huge cockroach scuttles past against the wall.

I’m walking through an airport and turn to watch a hot blonde go pass me. Her hair hides her face. I think, “I love the airport.” Then Brooke is telling me not to go, that she has two condoms.

Making a break for it

I am in a group of prisoners. We are standing in a line being circled by giant silver robot guards. One of them breaks or is destroyed? Another prisoner drags half of it away. We make our escape.

I am running down a city street, chasing a man. Several other people are chasing him with me. I jump the corner of a bench trying to head straight for the man. I realize that I am running and jumping faster than my psychical shape should allow. Next I jump onto a large concrete flower pot, off of it onto the truck of a car. As I am running up the roof of the car onto it’s front hood, I think that this is not the most effective way of chasing, it would have been faster to run on the ground. It seems I am being left behind. I jump onto the next car in front, someone inside yells. As I leap from the trunk onto it’s roof, I see it has a sunroof. I slide through it into the passenger seat. The driver is shocked but I yell for him to drive. Drive! And point to the man being chased by a few people. The driver takes off and I know we will catch the man I have been chasing. The car I jumped into is a trans am. The driver is smoking a cigarette that looks like a joint. We pull up in front of a club, there is a huge line outside. Has the man hidden among it or has the dream changed completely? There are people from high school in the line. The driver and I are now supposed to meet up with them. McKenzie is there. I tell the driver to park in a gravel lot. Then a group of us are walking through a parking garage. Dave Thomas stops next to a dumpster that is twice as tall as a normal one. There are all kinds of bottles standing on top of it. Someone else lifts the lids quietly and Dave reaches up and removes a bottle of tanqaray and a gallon bottle of rum containing red liquid. Dave raves about saving his booze and that the fruit punch is already mixed in. Security had confiscated it and we were sneaking through the garage to avoid them. I finally enter the door to the club, I am in a foyer about to buy tickets. I can’t see inside the club but it feels almost empty. I also think that it might be a comedy club even though that was not what I was expecting. I step up to the counter to pay. Tickets now cost 50 bucks.

Battle

A bunch of people are surrounding a warehouse, planning to attack it. They all look kids, high school or college age, but I believe that I am the same age as them. There are groups of them running everywhere. I stop one group, among them are Billie Jo (a college girlfriend), Craig Humphrey (from High School), Blambo (a frat brother) and Matt (a guy that works that TM). I have to fight to stop them. I don’t know which one of them I am fighting, but I feel violet, powerful because I must stop them. But also helpless because they put up a good fight. And there are so many more of them. I let Billie Jo escape while I contain the others. I force them into an empty dumpster as a jail cell. I use some kind of weak chain to bind them together. There are members of other groups that have been captured and subdued, they have been also bound by long trails of chain linking them in a row as they walk by.

Crash

I am driving down a deserted street full of trash, pushing full boxes out the way with the bumper. It is not my car, but an old 70s town car. There is a kid on a bike riding near me. Then I am in an old house. There is an old man there. He is the owner or caretaker? Then I am laying on the floor of the empty living room on a pile of blankets or sleeping bags on the wood floor. I am curled up with a girl. We are trying to hook up but the kid is there. He wants to sleep where we are, he keeps laying down on the other side of the girl. At one point, I am fondling her breast and I look down and see the boy asleep wrapped around her legs using her ankles as a pillow as if she was a giant teddy bear.
Then I am upstairs in a room with Dad. He takes my pipe off a dresser and lights it with a cheap bic lighter. He says, “I don’t know how much marijuana you want to smoke.” He inhales? And hands the pipe to me. I take a hit and say, “I didn’t know you smoked.” He replies, “I don’t.”

Smile

For some reason I was being arrested and didn’t want to give up my digital camera. As the police beat me to the ground with billy clubs, my only thought was hoping that they didn’t break the camera.

Weird Al

I am at an outdoor festival in Bloomington, IN. I know it is Bloomington, although nothing looks familiar. There is a small stage in the street and I am watching 2 guys perform (a drummer and a guitarist). I am enjoying the song they play even though I have never heard it before. Blambo and some other guys join me. When the song is over, the two guys leave the stage and quickly take off down the street. I run after them and call out to the drummer. He stops and I tell him I enjoyed the show. Then the guitarist passes me and I now recognize him as Weird Al Yankovic, even though it looked nothing like him on stage. I say something like that I enjoyed it or that I’m a fan, I felt oddly star-stuck. He paused, nodded at me and continued on. I got the feeling he appreciated my comment. Now Blambo and the guys want to go get pizza or a drink. They start to walk off but I see that Blambo has left his car parked in the middle of the street. He wants to just leave it there. So I move it and try to find Brooke.

Out of character

Stacy and I are in the house we grew up in. Out the front living room window, we see Dad pull up and park a car in the middle of the cul-de-sac. He gets out of the car and then leans back in and pulls a rifle out the back seat. I want to go out and tell him to drop the gun, but I am afraid. I don’t know if he intends to shoot someone, is trying to protect us or is in a stand-off. He gets shot (in the arm or shoulder?) I know it is the police even though I do not see them. Dad gets shot again and stumbles, but he is still alive.

Oh crap

I dreamed I was using the bathroom (in Brooke’s apartment?) When I stand up, I see that there is shit on the toilet seat. The entire bowl is filled and overflowing.

Panic doesn't pay

Adam Schiller, Cary (guys from middle school) and I are among a large group of prisoners in an old castle. A Nazi commander is giving us orders, making us do calisthenics. At one point, we are doing toe touches – bending down then standing with arms waving in the air. It feels silly. Then a few men start shooting their arm into the Seig Hiel salute every time they go up. Next the commander has us all saluting while goosestepping in a circle in the courtyard. (I wake up and think I should write this down, but it is at least an hour before my alarm goes off, so I go back to sleep.)

I dream that I wake up but my alarm has not gone off. I realize it is missing. And I am laying in my bed, which is outside. It is the most gorgeous, sunny, green day. I start getting up and realize that my suitcase and keys are locked inside the blazer. I get out of bed and see that it is at the end of the driveway. I don’t think anything of the fact that I am naked, until two young girls come walking down the street. I grab a blanket off the bed and with some difficulty, wrap it around myself. At that moment, I see Dad walking into the garage carrying a box. I ran across the lawn yelling at him, the blanket a wild mess. It is not our real house.

I am flying to St. Louis to meet someone. But then I am in the city and it is bigger and more industrial, almost foreign. The place I am supposed to go to is gone. There is just an empty scar in the concrete. Was there an explosion or just construction? It is along a crazy highway with multiple on-ramps and signs that look European. Dad leads me (where did he come from?) to a subway station across the street. It is bright and modern and big. A little boy is trying to throw a bouncy ball through a light fixture as if it were a basketball hoop. Dad tells me to take the north train to the airport. But the tracks on our side of the platform are closed. The boy’s ball bounces down onto the tracks, he climbs down after it. I think he will be fried on the third rail. But he is ok. So Dad and I climb down and across to catch the train on the other side of the platform.
Now I am in an industrial area. Did I just get off the train? I am trying to reach the hospital to meet someone. I walk through parking lots thinking that the hospital is the complex I am approaching. But there are nothing but warehouses and factories in the way. I cut through a skate park. There are tons of alternative kids hanging out and doing cool skateboard tricks on ramps. In another area, an older guy in glasses looks weird like he doesn’t belong or stands out to me. But he leads the group around him in some kind of wrestling match. I think I see Paul (from Jersey) on top of an overpass embankment I am now walking under, but it is not him. Further down the path and on the opposite side, I see Mike, San and Fred walking through a field. I yell but they don’t hear me. So I climb the fence to go after them. As I cross the top, I look down and see Paul directly below me, looking up at me. Our faces are practically touching.

Time warp affair

I’m in a strip club with a group of guys, mostly from high school. But we’re sitting on the floor. The girls come out of a back room all at once and swarm over the guys. 2 girls start dancing all over Nick V. And I’m left sitting alone with my back to the wall. I look out the window of the front door and see Langston sitting outside glaring at me. He is with a group of people outside. I go out to talk to him and he walks off. I tell him let’s talk later tonight. Are we supposed to go camping? He just ignores me. I follow him to the street where school buses and his red blazer are parked in the middle of the road. I ask why he’s mad at me. Suddenly, Craig W. is there yelling at me. He screams, “Because you cheated on him with Allison.” But I have no idea what he’s talking about. He replies that I kissed her. They’re really upset. The muscles of Craig’s face are straining and he’s turning red. Now all three of us are yelling. I keep saying that I don’t remember anything about it. To myself, I think that the only Allison I know is the one at work, but we didn’t know her in college. Then I notice lights on in a house across the street and people looking out. I realize that we are on a residential street and waking people up. Then a housewife comes out complaining about the noise and says she’s going to call the cops. As soon as she turns around to leave, an officer appears.

Blob or Hulk?

Looking in a mirror, I put on a blue and white stripe shirt, it is too small, the buttons strain across my gut and chest.

Ceremonial

At my prompting or to support some cause I’m fighting for, an old actor (Tim Conway?) is going to quit some kind of union or group. He says that they never did anything for him anyway. Then at a ceremony, a bunch of actors (the cast of the Carol Burnet show?) present him with a ring set with a green stone as an award or honor. The ceremony took place in a church or now I am in a church. My grandfather is sitting in a pew. Then grandpa and I are walking out of the church and he says, “I bet Angel enjoyed the service.” He motions to the actor that plays Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He is sitting in an old convertible (the one from his spin-off show) He mumbles a reply about vampires not being a fan of church.

I am driving to a ceremony (the same one at the same church?) but can’t find a place to park, so I circle around the block. It is a beautiful sunny day and flowers are everywhere along the street.

Getting dressed I decide to wear a sports coat with my button down shirt. (or a suit without a tie?) I act as if this is a whole new style because it looks good on me.

Heist

Brooke has me on a hunt for buried treasure or loot from a robbery. But the field where she buried it years earlier had since been developed. So Brooke shows up with 2 bulldozers and explains that a smash and grab is the best way to do the job. There are fierce guard dogs held back by chains. A small group of guys are helping us, like we’re a gang. The problem is that she doesn’t know exactly where the stuff is buried since everything looks different covered in concrete. It looks like a used car or parking lot. We’ll just have to dig up the whole thing, push cars out of the way with the scoop of the bulldozers. Then I’m following a small dog down a hallway and into an apartment. Inside are two guys playing video games. I don’t know them but start talking like me walking into this apartment is normal. I start pulling down the blinds because out the window is the lot the bulldozers are tearing up. But the guys look out and see. But instead of raising any kind of alarm, they talk about how cool it is, like a live video game. The guys sound like complete geeks as the go on and on. I look back out the window and there are now bunches of balloons everywhere, tied to lampposts and the fence around the lot. There are people from the neighborhood everywhere, watching the lot get torn up. It has become a festival.

25 cents don't buy what it used to

I receive state quarters that haven’t been released yet as change. But two of them are funny shapes. One has hard angles around it like a hexagon. The other is cut into a pufferfish shape. I can’t tell if they were minted this way, or if someone cut them after the fact.

You must keep going

I’m running a dinner theatre, everything has a very Little House on the Prairie feel. The performer is a daughter hired out by her family to sing. It’s a full house, but the crowd is all old people. A country family comes in with like 10 kids, and dad says, “a drink is all they’ve gotten to eat.”

Group in a forest and then a large house. We are being stalked by a murderer, but he ignores me. I am at a table doing some kind of project with a large sheet of paper and a girl limps into the room. She is panicked and hides in a closet. The killer comes in and I point to the stairs saying that she went up there. The killer leaves the room the opposite way.

I go into my bathroom and take off a fuzzy, blue pajama shirt and put it on top of the toilet as I start to take a piss. Then it falls into the bowl. I consider trying to grab it out of the now yellow water, but instead I keep pissing on top of it, completely soaking it as it sinks further into the toilet bowl.

Straighten up and fly right

I’m in Mom and Dad’s hot air balloon. Dub, BP and Blambo are with me. But I am telling someone else how to fly. We’re hitting treetops and the wind is fast. I’m yelling “Burn, Burn!” as we approach power lines. We end up flying underneath them like a helicopter under a bridge. Then we get caught behind some trees. I’m telling whoever is flying to keep burning to try to lift us clear, but there are branches everywhere. Suddenly, Dad is pulling on a drop line, trying to bring us in. My eyes follow the line up and it trails above me to the envelope with is flying so high into the sky that it looks like a kite. But how am I still in the basket in the trees? And how is Dad able to hold onto that rope? And there was never a feeling of being cramped with so many people or one of being confined in the basket. I was aware of these things being physically impossible, but it all seemed very natural as it is happening.

Forts

Walking through the woods of the neighborhood I grew up in. But nothing looks familiar. I’m with a TV actor – Danny from Boston Public. I keep pointing out old treehouses, we use them as support to hang from like monkey bars when the ground isn’t there. Because we’re walking along the edge of a drop-off, as if erosion has washed away an entire hillside. There are old ladders made of 2 by 4s, ropes and trap doors that open above us onto small platforms. The first one I think is my old treehouse, the next two are not mine. We travel hand over hand along various planks. At one point he hangs onto me as I use a narrow grip to cross a wide space. I notice that my strength doesn’t waver. We come to a long ladder and try to climb down.

Come in from the cold

Traveling over ice flows with a group of guys. An ocean liner screams across our path in the distance slicing through the ice. As it crosses directly in front of us, I see that it is a semi-truck, not a ship. When we reach it’s path, the ice disappears. I am wearing boots or one of the other guys is. But we start swimming. Before I even see any shore, we are dripping wet, sitting near the top of a stone staircase and wearing floral print swimming trucks. A woman opens a large glass door at the top of the stairs. We have interrupted the yoga class she is teaching. She asks, “You went out swimming?” I reply, “No, we just swam in.” She is shocked by the realization that we just arrived on shore.

I am in a store filled with old radios, mainly big cabinet sized ones. I find one marked for $60 that is really beat up.

King of all media

I am looking at a book of pictures. It is not a photo album, but an actual bound book. The pictures are of my family (Mom, Dad, Stac and I) around a big swimming pool with white columns and statues around. One shot is of an ornate wall statue of two reclining Greek god types with flowing robes, except that the figure’s faces are Mom and Dad’s carved in the stone. Stacy has made or given me this book. But we have never been to such a pool and I know that the images are from another dream I had long ago.

I am talking to my Jersey buddies on a cell phone. I have trouble hearing Vin, so I try attaching a weird speaker/microphone. It is a cord with a rubber cap shaped in a half sphere. I talk into it and hold it to my ear and then the phone. Then I realize that I am also hearing Fred from the Howard Stern show. Is he talking to me and/or my Jersey boys – or has he replaced them in the conversation. I can’t tell if we are on the air or not.

Keep it real

Watching Blind Date with Brooke. I yell, hey that’s Suzanne. Then the show cuts to Clarkin sitting at a table with several kids.

I am walking up a set of stairs. Was there someone else there or did someone fall? Then I am I upstairs in what appears to be a cafeteria. There are several plain tables around the room. I am sitting at a table full of black guys. They look vaguely threatening, but I seem at ease. We are talking about race relations. I say, “…then you have guys like me saying ‘Keep it real.’” Everyone laughs.

Bail

I am on a giant speedboat tied at the dock. People (parents and kids) are preparing to launch the boat. I think it is members of the families that Mom and Dad hung out with when Stacy and I were growing up in Cleveland (the Standerings and Farrells) but none of these people look familiar. I am attracted to the Farrell daughter, but it is not her. One of the sons is driving the boat and takes off very fast. I am standing in the bow of the boat and see that he is heading straight for a large concrete embankment. I wave him off, but he makes a sharp banking turn too late and the bottom of the boat scrapes the embankment. The boat shoots toward the opposite shore which is a narrow strip of land covered in stones and pebbles. The boat is headed right for the tip of it, where a woman is holding her baby. I try to waving my arms and pointing to tell him to turn. I am yelling frantically, but he doesn’t seem to pay attention to me. The boat stops, slowing running into shore. The woman is below me, standing just under the bow of the boat.
The boat starts to back out, but suddenly the entire desk is covered with water, as if the boat is a full bathtub. I grab a rope tied to the bow and begin pulling the boat into shore. The rope is impossibly long and thick, yet I pull the boat in somewhat easily. Then I realize that the metal work from the boat (it is not a cleat, it looks more like a small railing) has come unattached and that is all I am hauling in. Then several of us swimming down into the water to find the boat, we aim to retie the rope and pull in out. Soon we are walking around on the bottom, making no effect to breath. At one point we find a flat wide space that is deeper, we decide that it is the perfect place to pull the ship to in order to have room to raise it. We have to climb out a steep hill covered in layers of silt that are different shades of dark and light brown. No one tries to swim up, we climb.

I am in some kind of amusement park or arcade. There is some kind of track with mini cars. Then I am playing some kind of weird oversized pinball shaped game.

Listen to teacher

I’m in an unfamiliar high school. I seem to be the age I am now, but no one notices me walking around. I see Craig Watson and Adam Langston. Adam looks younger than he did in high school. They are wearing Hawaiian shirts and Adam does not acknowledge me. There are photocopied flyers on all the walls. One that is everywhere has a picture of Angie Chambers on it. (A story I read last night called Fishboy in the Oct 2001 issue of Playboy featured a boy with an obsessive crush on a classmate pictured in a flyer for the seafood place she worked at.) At one point, the legs of my gray corduroys (that I wore out last night) were too long and I skated very fast through the empty halls with the leg ends around my feet. I skate across the stage of the auditorium. A play practice of some kind is taking place. I continue sliding into a back room where boxes of doughnuts lay. But they are oversized muffins so I tear off a piece. And a male teacher tells me they are for faculty only. I leave as he tries to kick me out.

I am in a contest with Jim Perez (an art director at Portfolio Center) the object is to place my white objects between his red ones – while he tries to do the same. At least I think that’s the object. It starts very orderly and logically, then things begin to change. There are beads, golf balls and odd shapes stacked in all manner across a long table. Some pieces are different colors and balls are stacked like oranges so it’s impossible to get a piece between them. At one point, I drop marbles (beads?) into a test tube hung in a row of them hanging above a stack. Then I am tearing off bits of white Styrofoam to use as pieces. Have I run out? I feel futile. I don’t know the rules or strategy anymore. All this taking place in front of a classroom of little kids sitting in chairs raised movie theater stadium style. They are staring ahead zombie-like with smiles frozen on their faces. The teacher is praising how well behaved they are and doesn’t care if they are paying attention.

Sounds like fun

There is a pile of junk in a vacant lot. Was it the remains of a burnt out building? I’m helping a group of black kids carry boxes of it to a dumpster around the block to keep them (or me?) from getting in trouble. Then I take a box to a different dumpster filled with odd things, like a brass headboard and a ceiling fan painted with wild colors in a funky pattern.

I’m talking to a hot girl on a paddleboat and then in an amusement park. I think she’s interested but I don’t make any moves. I want to sleep with her, but don’t because of Brooke. Then I see the girl again on a front porch, she has big tits and a perfect body. But now she blows me off.

There is a large group of kids in a field watching a tug of war contest. A kid driving a mini back-ho is pulling another kid in some kind of cart like a forklift. They pull up on the street in front off the field. The kid driving asks the other, “Should we join in?”

Leisure time

The actor that plays Nate on Six feet Under (Peter Krause) is doing a radio broadcast. We are in a mountain chateau. He hands an turntable or other electronic console out the window to me on the roof. Dad is there and asks if I want steak for dinner.

I am in a park handing a joint to Todd S. under a stone table. Earlier, Langston had teed up a golf ball, but he cut in front of a snooty guy with his foursome. I apologized. Had we just been walking through the course? Todd and I sit at the table smoking the joint. And as I hand him a large sandwich baggie stuffed with dope, several cops in blue raid the park. I drop the bag under the table in a feeble attempt to hide it. Langston’s brother is there. Todd screams at me, something about why did I bring so much, there’s always plenty around. He is fearful of jail time. I consider picking the bag back up, but don’t act.

Troubled

I was called into the high school principal’s office. He toys with me for awhile, talking about the security cameras around the school grounds. I have no idea what I’m in trouble for. He fills out a form, hands it to me and asks if that is how I spell it. Along the top next to “Complaint:____” he has written in HASH and then marijuana misspelled. I try explaining that there must be some mistake, because I didn’t smoke up until college. But he continues lecturing, only now we are outside. And I am wrapping a blanket around myself. I realize I am laying in a 4 lane street and the principal is gone. I slowly get up and walk to the sidewalk, leaving my mattress in the lane of oncoming traffic. I believe the principal is under a blanket on the grass beyond the sidewalk. But when I pull it back, Dave and Paige are sitting there. I ask “how did you find me?” and they respond that they’ve been waiting for me.

Your honor, this man has been framed.

I’m in a courtroom. The stenographer has an earpiece. The guy (the prosecutor?) at the table to the left (looking out from the judge’s bench) is talking to him on a walkie-talkie. It is in plain sight, yet I know that it is secretive. What am I on trial for? And why has it been fixed?

Friendly fire

Guys in military outfits (mainly Navy type sailor suits but blue instead of white) Some of them are in army style khakis. They must have been planning some kind of attack, because I am with a group (police force?) that ambushes them. They are all carrying machine guns shaped like WWII cannons. But none of the men try to fire their weapons. Instead, they run away. But some of them run towards and right past us. Then I am chasing several Navy bad guys down a street and pass a bar. I see several real Navy guys looking out the window. Suddenly my perspective shifts to inside the bar, where several other Navy guys are leaving through the back patio. Some other army type guys yells to stop them. I know they are innocent, but do nothing.

Campus life

Watching a movie and in the middle of a climatic scene, the film stops. I can’t remember who I was with, but we went to the restaurant in the lobby and stole plastic coffee creamers.

Standing on a college campus and people are throwing paper airplanes out one side of a building, I think it is an engineering competition, but somebody says “stupid sophomores.” Soon all kinds of paper and mess are flying out, faces in every window. I see Mike Boros cheering out one of the upper stories. Even though I should be too far away to see, he waves for me to come up and join the fun. Then a white foam finger sticks out a window and then extends down several floors swaying.

Worst party ever

I’m in a house with Brooke. A party? A guy, an old friend of hers is there, they greet each other warmly. He pulls her into a room. Suddenly, the house is no longer a house, it is on a ship the size of a cargo or cruise ship. I walk into a room and see a girl, a guy, Brooke and her friend getting out of a shower. They are toweling off and happy. I don’t want to make a scene but catch her eye and motion as if to ask, “did you all just have sex?” Later she tells me they did, I ask why didn’t she invite me to join? Her reply is that it would have been weird, an uneven number of boys to girls.
(I actually woke up mad at her, the clock said 7:15, then I fell asleep again and dreamed that:)
I was in a car with Blambo. We pulled up in front of a white run-down house with a brown ratty lawn. Blambo is talking to Brooke at the door, but it is not her. Then a really old woman in black lingerie is standing with them on the porch.

Switcheroo

Taking something in the Blazer, I decide to steal a bean bag chair from neighbor. Dog barks and jumps up. I pet it. Then a woman comes around the corner with a big dog on a leash. I tell her I was picking something up from Don’s house and introduce myself. I make some small talk, when I finally turn to go, the Blazer is gone. I assume I have the keys, so how did it get towed so fast? Someone across the street calls my name. The Blazer is parked in their garage. But it is not the my current dull red and silver blazer, it is the old bright red blazer.

Getaway

I pulled up and hopped out of the Blazer, but left the engine running. This happened near a school I was driving to talking to a young girl. The blazer drives forward on it’s own. I try to run and jump in the open drivers side door, but the car is turning in a circle blocking me from reaching it. The blazer turns in a complete circle jumping the curb in the process, then it straightens out and drives across the lawn and through a street of shops. I chase after it and the blazer crashes into a shop. I enter the shop and it is a women’s clothing boutique. The blazer is crashed against the back wall but the racks of clothes are still upright and undisturbed.

Stacy came by holding hands in a row of girls, I try to duck under their arms but they break the chain. I think to myself that this had a meaning.

Thought a guy was wearing my old turquoise Chuck Taylor all stars, but his were covered with red marker as if he had tried to repaint them.

Every day is another adventure

I’m walking through a house and see a man having sex with two women next to an overturned mattress, the room is a mess with all types of porn scattered about the room.

I sneak out of prison and into a castle made out of boulders stacked up. There is an old woman that tries to alert whoever we’re hiding from. Then we’re in a bar that looks like a ski lounge. I take off my shoes and almost leave without them. As I’m going, I see a man putting on my socks.

I am on a snowy road and see Rubin drive by. There is a baby on a ledge.

Go time

A man I don’t know tells me to get ready. I trust him, the items and supplies I grab seem very important even through I grab clothes quickly at random. I’m packing quickly in a hotel room, it could be in the jungle. There are all kinds of flashlights and laterns on the dresser and ledges but none of them work.

The hotel pool

I was riding a razor scooter through a hotel. A beautiful young woman passes me and I turn to follow her. As I’m checking her out, I wreck into a display rack of clothes. I get up and roll off in the opposite direction down a crowded hall. I am happy and not embarrassed. Then my handlebar knocks into a large shelves that rolls forward. Someone behind me yells, “Are you alright?” It is Jeff McKenize looking just like he did back in high school. Suddenly I am walking with him and Donald Littlejohn next to a pool, crowded with kids and people lying out. And I’m telling them how this is the pool that I come to every time that I come to Disney. Then I contort myself to lay on my back on the scooter and roll along looking up at them. It should be an impossibly awkward move, but I make it effortless and go on talking. I tell them I don’t know why we came to this pool, there are too many kids here. And that there are beautiful women at the Royal Caribbean hotel. But that the hottest chicks anywhere are at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino pool in Las Vegas.

Crime fighter

I was Opie from the Andy Griffith Show. I was talking to Andy but don’t remember about what. Then I was trying to decide which one of five items to turn over to the FBI.

New job

I was hanging out in Don’s new office which doesn’t actually exist in real life yet. It was swarming with cool arty types, some bustling about working on TV spots and others lounging around drinking coffee. It was an exciting place to be, bursting with the possibility of doing great work.

An ocean of tears

On a beach. I am aware of Brooke being there, but don’t actually see her. At first, we’re in the ocean splashing around. I think we try to body surf. But the waves are too strong and overpower me. The beach is a built of tourist type place with tall wooden boardwalks built over huge sand dunes and oversized piers reach out over the ocean and acting as a network of bridges. Suddenly I am standing on a boardwalk alone. I am supposed to meet Brooke at an oil derrick structure. I find an Eiffel tower on the corner of a boardwalk and wait. Hours pass and she doesn’t show. So I go up a road to leave. As I do, I pass an actual pumping oil derrick, it’s arm still. I see Brooke walking away down another Boardwalk, she is wearing a frilling dress and carrying a large box. She may be crying. (I wake up thinking that I have already lost her.)