Back up the party

In a grocery store or some kind of warehouse. Walking through back hallway, it has a very industrial feel. Someone with me rolls pass me on some kind of cart like a scooter or skateboard. The hallway turns to the left and goes into a long, steep decent like a ramp. They fly down the incline sitting on the cart. I follow down the ramp it leads to the entrance of a party where I am meeting Danny and Sharon. There are sparkling streamers hanging from a sign that says something about Mickey Mouse like Madame or Diva, the sign announces the theme of the party. It is some kind of rave. Sharon pulls up on a bright yellow motorcycle, she is wearing a matching yellow leather jumpsuit and yellow helmet. Danny is riding next to her on a weird silver bicycle. I see other people walking in wearing crazy and cool outfits. I am wearing cargo shorts or jeans and a plain colored t-shirt. So I go to a mall next door to buy a new shirt or outfit. I drive across the parking lot to the building next door. I try to park on the side of the mall near the alley that leads to where the party is. There are no parking spaces so I pull into the alley. I pull past a semi, then I’m not sure if I should leave my car there. I look back to turn around or back out and the semi has jack-knifed and blocked the entire alley. The cab of the truck is crushed up against the wall. The driver is standing next to it looking dumb-founded. Another driver walks up from the other side of the alley and tells the guy to just straighten up and back out.

Out of place

Sitting at the bar of a strip club. The bar is actually outside of the club on the sidewalk. Behind the bar is an open wall with a view of the rest of the club. Strippers are changing clothes on the bar stools next to me. One of the girls takes off a pair of pink panties and slides on another pair. It’s hotter catching a peak of them than watching the nude girls inside on stage. I get a hard-on which I feel rubbing against the inside of my pants and the barstool. I look up and see Kathy Copas at the other end of the bar. I’m a little embarrassed, then I see that she is with my Mom and Dad. Everybody is meeting there for a balloon race.

I’m on a huge sailboat, riding on the bow, hanging on to two ropes leading up to the spinnaker. The sail billows out behind me.

I’m standing in a bedroom and I’m a young teenager. The room is mine but doesn’t look like any of my old bedrooms. There is a desk lamp on top of the closet shining down into the dark room like a spotlight. I am doing some kind of performance in front of the closet, maybe a mirror. Mom walks past and I defend my act, asking if I enjoy if then what’s wrong?

Driving my old, red Blazer over a narrow, stone bridge. There is a stone wall on one side, no rail on the other. The bridge crosses a small stream or creek. I wonder if the bridge is smaller than it used to be. I drive across it, but barely make it with a tire hanging over the edge. Then I drive over the same bridge and the blazer slips off and flips down the rocks into the water of the stream. I get out, stand in the water and pick up the blazer. I carry it up the creek bed and flip it back over onto the road. The blazer is dented but seems ready to drive. Then I’m driving down a deserted road past a wheat field. I pass a car parked on the side of the road. It has weird metallic details added to the outside, like flashing lights and a giant metal palm tree sticking out of the back. As I pass, antennas coming off of the windshield wipers wave and blink lights at me.

I’m living in a huge empty room of my frat house. There is furniture, but no one else seems to be around. A few other guys are living in other big rooms on another floor.

The planter caper

Driving my car and there are several (about 5) tall planted plants in the middle of the road. Some almost look like small tree. I turn around to get them. But when I pull over, they have already been moved to the grass on the side of the road. I don’t remember if I moved them or somebody else did. So now I don’t know if I can take them or if they belong to the people in the house of the front yard they are now sitting in.

Mastermind

I murder a teacher. I put the bloody knife and my blue slinky bracelet into an envelope. I drop the envelope in the hall. I tell a girl about my crime, then go into a policeman’s office to turn myself in. I get there before the girl comes in to report me. The cop wants to go through my car and asks the girl if she’s seen it, but he shows her a large picture of a Toyota decked out in racing accessories. I’m surprised that they’re still letting me walk freely around the station. I start to think how I should have disposed of the evidence, but now I can’t go get the envelope.

Pants thief!

Brooke and I are walking in a field and a redneck in an old Chevy or Lincoln starts chasing us. We run into the woods to get away. Light from the headlights bounces off the trees. I don’t know if the guy gets out to follow us or not. We run into a metal shack to hide. But inside, a gang of black teenagers is about to beat one or two people. Although there are over 12 of them, I tell them to stop and talk them into handing me two or three hammers they were about to use to hit them. But then a woman in a car is at one side of the shack. Either the wall disappeared or the car is at a drive-thru type window. The woman is holding my blue sweater and asking where I got it and what it costs. She offers me seven cents for it. I sarcastically reply “why don’t you just give me a nickel for it?” The woman is the mom of one of the gang members and they are pissed that I disrespected the woman. The tension in the room flairs. I tell Brooke to run for my car while I hold them off. I reach into my pocket to hand her the car keys, but I am no longer wearing my pants. I think the woman is holding them also. I don’t know how I’m going to save Brooke. Then I remember that I have the hammers. I bang them on the wall and begin shouting. I think that if I act crazy it might scare them off. I yell, “Where are my pants!” louder and louder.