Interesting garb

At a party in some kind of apartment or dorm room. Sitting on a large stair-step platform against one wall. Brooke L. from Portfolio Center is telling me about some conspiracy against her among all out friends. She shows me old letters in a binder and sometimes mumbles. I have trouble following her but want to listen and help. I ask her what she wants. I can’t tell if she is trying to warn me or win me over to her side. Danny is sitting nearby and asks where Amber’s key is. I ask him if he is locked out of his place. He is annoyed by the whole scene. Newman from my frat walks onto the platform wearing African garb, a colorful cloth garment and a big, matching hat. I ask if he’s gotten even taller or if it’s jus the hat. Vanecko walks into the room and I dive over a round, school cafeteria style table to greet him.

Walking through cheap, tourist type souvenir stores. I am shopping for a gift for my cousin Danny. I buy two skeleton dolls at one store and keep wandering to other shops that all sell the same kind of crap. I later find the same skeletons in another store. They are in much better shape than one of the ones I have already bought and at this store there are much cheaper, almost 2 for 1. I want to return the first two, but I tore up and threw away the receipt and doubt I could find the store anyway.

Suit up

Walking down a sidewalk with Dad, he is wearing a tux. I am surprised that he is dressed so nicely. We are about to enter a house to go to a party. Dad is at the door, when I realize that my suit no longer matches. We decide that I can’t go in looking like that and Dad leads me to a locker room to change. The room is filled with guys in towels like were all about to hit the showers after a big game or workout at the gym. I don’t understand how my suit changed and I can’t find a new one to change into.

Worst trap ever

I pull into the entrance of a warehouse off an alley. The tall, metal garage door closes behind my car. I’m worried but somehow fall asleep sitting behind the wheel. I wake up as the entire car fills with Styrofoam peanuts.

What am I doing here?

In a strange house talking to grandpa. Then everyone leaves but I have to get my stuff before I can go. I walk into a back bedroom to grab my things and meet them out front. But a pile of clothes is scattered on the floor and I have to pack them into my black suitcase which is also on the floor. As I gather them up, I hear someone in the house. I don’t know who it is, but think that I have to get out without them knowing I’m here. I sit on the ground between the bed and the wall and put on my tennis shoes. I think that if anyone comes in, they won’t see me behind the bed. Then I realize that my stuff is still scattered around the floor. Before I can decide what to do, someone comes into the room and I hear a man yelling across the hall. A girl has entered with a laundry basket full of clothes. She sits on the other side of the room and begins to fold them. She looks upset, so I ask if she is ok. She says that her brother made her come in here. I get a sense that he has control over her all the time and that I could sleep with her if I comfort her.

Thristy ride

Clarkin and I ride bikes to a school cafeteria. We are late. We don’t have time to sit down and eat. We have to leave. Clarkin wants to cut through the school property to get where we are going faster, but I say that we should go around. We get our bikes from the hall and one or two other 10 speed racing bikes lean against the wall. I don’t recognize any of them, but know which ones are ours. I fill two water bottles from his bike with a plastic pitcher of water I got from the cafeteria. Then I notice that I don’t have a water bottle racks on my bike.

Wild life

In a neighborhood of lavish homes. Myself and another boy are trying to find something behind a row of houses. I don’t know what we are searching for or why it is so important. But we think it is behind those houses in a field or lake. But we can’t get back there because all the houses have fences or security. The boy walks into the house next door through a side door by the garage. No alarm sounds, so I follow him. The family is home, but they act like we belong there. Perhaps they believe we are friends of one of the kids. I search through the first floor of the house looking for the door to the basement. I run into the boy and we walk into a back bedroom. George Lamb is sitting on the bed and starts talking like he expected us. He tells us about this being his family’s new home and how happy they are with it despite having trouble finding a place. I get the impression that they had to sell their old house because of financial hardship. Then I realize that his room looks a bit squalid. But then I go look out a window at the back of the house, hoping to see a door I leave out of to get back there. But instead of seeing whatever lake or field we wanted to search, I see a complex of tennis courts and pools surrounded by woods. There are several tennis courts, a basketball court and maybe a tennis court. There are also a few small swimming or lap pools. I assume there are shared by several houses, but the property is the backyard of this house.
Several people swim in or stand by a wide stream or a small lake. With his bare hands, Mr. Funke catches a large bird floating on the water. He just grabs it as it starts to take off. The bird looks like a chicken but was swimming like a duck. Everyone is excited because now we can eat. I think of Rudy catching fish on the reality tv show survivor and how Mr. Funke is playing the same role. A girl takes the bird to prepare it and it almost flies out of her arms. I grab its foot and hang on as it flaps and tries to take off. I say that we need to skin it. It is then that we realize that no one knows how to pluck and prepare the bird. The girl yells for me to follow her and runs off. As I start to follow her, the bird tries to fly again and I yank of its foot to hang on and feel its leg break. The girl runs up to a restaurant on the other side of a distant field. A man in white meets her at the back door. She wants the chef to prepare the bird. He seems upset that we have caught one of the wild animals. I wonder is he cares about the wildlife or is just upset that we aren’t buying our meals at his place. I stand behind the girl while he lectures us. I look at the bird when I don’t feel it moving and realize that it now looks more like a rubber chicken than a real, live bird. I ask the chef if he will at least teach us how to prepare the bird and he refuses. We decide to let the bird go, but we can’t realize it into the wild due to its broken leg. The girl decides to nurse it back to health. I watch her carry the bird cradled gently in her arms up a flight of stairs to her room. Much to her father’s dismay, she has decided to keep it as a pet.