Travel light

I am running through a hotel that connects to an airport. I have to get my bags and make it to my flight. I bump into several people as I run. One guy yells at me, I holler back an apology over my shoulder. A guy on the sidewalk stops me, he looks like a bellhop. He asks me for ID and takes my carry-on bag. It is a satchel style briefcase. I wasn’t carrying it before and where are all my clothes and the big bag they must be in?

Searching for treasures

Going down a road thru a park, past several swimming pools. I scan the crowds through the fences for hot girls in bikinis, but see only fat mothers and their children running and splashing about. I drive on, looking for an antique store. I pass several buildings but can’t find it.

Second hand smoke

I am standing in a tacky kitchen. There is a woman standing there talking to me. People are in the basement below me hanging out. I guess that the woman is one of their moms. I look down and see a stream of smoke coming out of a round hole in the floor the size of a pencil. I know it is dope smoke. I want to go downstairs and smoke or dive to my knees, put my mouth over the hole and deeply inhale the smoke. But I know I have to stay there and keep talking to the woman. I finally go downstairs and Sharon and some strange guy want me to chip in to get a stash for New Years. They say they need 20 times 2.

Tough guy

A group of people in a house. Some are sitting at a kitchen table, there is a bag of pot spilled across the table. A guy sticks a fat bud onto the end of a cigarette and lights it to smoke the big clump marijuana. A man busts into the house. (Does he kick in the front door?) He is a tough guy. (It is actually a character actor from TV, but I don’t remember what shows he’s been in.) He storms into a back room and tears it apart looking for something. He yells at kids (teenagers) who have come into the room. He is looking for some papers that belong to the father of the kids that are hanging around the house. He says, “I’m looking for those papers, 35 pages worth, where are they?” The kids are terrified and let the guy bully them and look around the room. He doesn’t find anything and starts to leave. I go up to him at the front entrance of the house and say, “Listen, the father’s not around. The kids are on their own. They’ve got nothing to do with what your after, so leave ‘em alone.” The guy grabs me by the shoulder and pins me up against the wall almost lifting me off the ground. And he says something menacing and threatening to me. And I laugh and tell him not to fuck with these kids anymore.

Drive

I’m driving my car with BP, Mike and somebody else (Dad?) riding along. Zooming along a curvy road with a few switchbacks. The car begins not handling well. Then it swerves through a guardrail and off a bridge into a shallow creek bed.

I am looking out the front window of our house in Louisville. I see a girl drive up the driveway and into the yard in a giant drag racing stretch dune buggy car with a huge engine on the back. I turn to mom and dad and say, “See what your daughter is driving.” But it is not Stacy behind the wheel. And the girl drives the car up onto the porch and thru the front door. The car is no longer huge, it is a small car almost like a midget circus clown would drive but it has a huge engine in the front.

Equal education

In a classroom, a mentally handicapped boy stands next to the teacher’s desk. The teacher, a middle-aged woman is standing up in front of her desk to lecture the class. She tells the boy to just stand there and tap his foot. The boy’s foot is tapping, it is hard to tell if it is an involuntary twitch or if he is keeping a beat.
Then I am walking down a street, there are flowers and grassy fields around. I am complaining to the person I am with about the treatment and quality of education the boy is receiving.

Second chance

I am on the phone with a guy that says he is from the Loomis agency (although the voice is not one I recognize.) The guy tells me that they are ready to hire and that I just need to send in my book. I am confused because the creative director there already told me that they gave the job to another writer.

Hanging out

I am walking down a street or alley it slopes downhill slightly. I’m going to a bar with Stacy.

I am staying in a vacation beach house with Dave and Tommy. There is a wooden walkway that leads from next to the house, over sand dunes and to the beach. The back of the deck facing the beach has a board nailed up across the exit. I try to duck under then turn around to walk off the deck near the house. Tommy is taking a piss right across the path that leads from the deck to the walkway. His urine collects in a puddle on the sand.

Get rich quick

I’m some type of bank manger or investment guy. I am meeting an important client to discuss a deal. He won’t meet me at his office or home. We meet on a patio of a cheap motel. We sit in old metal patio chairs and a metal table with an umbrella. He knows what kind of car I drive, although I know next to nothing about him. He strikes me as shady. He says he heard me on the phone saying, “that if it was my client I’d be there.” Who was I talking to? My boss? Another broker?

Let's rally

Fred and I are watching videotape on a TV set into a wall. Fred tells me about a guy with his own TV show that rents video cameras. The guy includes a copy of this show in each camera. The TV screen comes on and it is a video of me dancing on a high school football field during what looks like half time or pep rally. It is from a trip or the night before. I tell Fred I don’t remember doing that. It shows me dancing up and down the field, in and out of and around other people on the field, but I am the center of the action, the crowd in the stands is cheering for me. I do the moonwalk for over twenty yard down the field. As we are watching this, the picture on the screen becomes smaller and moves into a corner kinda like a picture in picture view.
Then I am there, walking off the field or into the school building. It is not my high school, but feels like it because I keep seeing people I know. I see Todd, he looks like he did in high school. I am in a cafeteria, the principal, a woman, is giving what feels like a campaign speech. She uses a slogan that involves M&Ms and plays a huge picture of the candy’s cartoons mascots on the wall. Some how the slogan plays off her name. I walk into a classroom, but it is huge. Row after row of desks (over 20?) and the rows are all at least 20 desks deep. It feels more like a gymnasium. A big cooler of beer sits next to the first row. It is me beer. I worry about the students stealing it. I open the lid and reach in for a beer. I talk to the black guy sitting near the cooler as I do this. I pull out a coke. As I reach back in to fish for a beer. I look over my shoulder and see the teacher, a cool, youngish looking guy with a crew cut staring at me with a bemused smile. I say something about not knowing he was ready to start and retreat/slink down the row. I see Geller, a fraternity brother. I try to sit by him and unknowingly try sitting in the same desk he is. I realize this and slide into the desk in front of his. The principal enters the room and addresses the class. Everyone says in unison, Hello Mrs. So and So. I can’t believe everyone does it. It feels like a bad movie not high school. She holds up a big coffee table book sized book with a picture of a round metal tin with the M&M characters on it. She starts what sounds like a bragging promotional pitch, something like, “if you can’t find my free copy, go out and buy one.” Then the room becomes a pep rally. I am sitting in the crowd and then on the edge of the stage with Stacy. The speaker stand at a podium behind us and talk. A Mexican guy in the crowd motions to someone behind us that he has to go and gets up to leave. When he does, he takes his entire row of chairs with him. They are attached like links. More guys start breaking down equipment, cables, scaffolding and speakers. The entire room clears out. A woman behind us on stage continues singing and I think how rude of everyone to leave early. Stacy and I walk out and see Angie coming towards us, she is wearing a gaudy 80s style cocktail dress, but looks great. She is talking to someone else from my graduating class about the dance. I say that I am going and she says, “you can’t, you’ve graduated.” I reply that I’m going with Stacy. Whoever else is standing there can’t go. Throughout all of this, I see tons of people I know even some not from high school. It’s like a recognize everyone even though I remember only a few of them upon waking.

So that's how designers do it

I find a logo on the ground and pick it up.

Desperation

I am in a bar with a bunch of people. It is in a basement. A girl leads me away to another room that is open to the main bar. There are three old sofas forming a U. The girl lays me on the couch to the right and straddles me. I feel myself sliding inside her, it is amazing. We decide to get a hotel room for the night. To do so, we have to go back to get my wallet from the room I am staying in with several other people. The group of us are on a vacation. I walk through the room past the other people just hanging out then I head out of the room, taking the girl by the hand. She is wearing a brown half blouse that shows her off her stomach and arms. She is also wearing a matching skirt. Both articles of clothing are incredible small. They appear even more so because the girl is incredibly thin. Shockingly thin, like it’s not healthy. In the same instant she is too thin and really hot.
I am in a car the next morning it is as if I just woke up there and don’t remember what happened the night before. The car is at the beach and a girl in the car is telling a girl on the beach that we are leaving (vacation over) right now. The girl picks up her things (luggage on the beach?), she is wearing a bikini. Then Kelly is sitting in the back sit next to me. When I turn to look at her, she says “Yes, Kathy was still sleeping with you all night.” Dad is driving the car and turns around yelling "Hey" when he hears the name Kathy because it is Mom’s name. I tell Kelly not to say anything else, in fact never mention that it happened again. I am worried that Brooke will find out.

Paul, Fred, a stranger and I are going to Disney. I have them bring a newspaper box into the hotel room. I tell them we have to break into the coin box and I do so. A bunch of stuff spills out which I sort though. I pull out an old ticket to WDW and a new pass into the park. I used the newspaper box as storage. The strange guy that is with us opens a box overflowing with pot. But it does look like marijuana, it looks like pasta shell shaped green, dry leaves. It is spilling onto the carpet and I am trying to pick up the flakes. I feel kinda like a beggar scooping up scraps of food. We discuss where to go. And are walking through the park. I want to go to an area that doesn’t actually exist.

Stacy and I are standing in front of a closet. She is trying to pick out a shirt for me. She chooses one that looks likes a small woman’s blouse (like the one the girl was wearing in the earlier dream) I say that my stomach will hang out. There is a JC Penny’s tag still attached to the shirt.

In which objects appear

I’m following a man through a shopping mall. He drops a small packet / baggie of white powder. I wonder if it is heroin or cocaine as I scoop it up and pursue him. I lose him when I am stopped at a security checkpoint. The guard asks me why I am carrying one women’s boot. I didn’t have it a second ago, but realize that it is where I hid the baggie. I can see flakes of white powder inside the knee high black leather boot as the guard examines the high heel. I think, “how can he not notice that?” To my eyes the white flakes sparkle against the black felt lining of the boot. But the guard does not notice anything, he only wonders why I have it. I continue outside but can’t find the guy in the parking lot.

PJ, Clarkin and I are standing in an apartment complex parking lot near a dumpster. We are discussing how to prank someone that lives in one of the apartments above in the building we are standing next to. We talk about moving all their stuff around, then Bill suggests moving all of our stuff into the apartment.

On stage

Living in a shack. An old lady in a church is putting on a play. I am listed in the program as playing a part.