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.