You're fired

My cube at work has been moved. So has everyone's. There is now a couch that looks like it belong in someone’s grandmother’s house in front of my door. Piled all around in huge stacks are packing material, papers and large cardboard tubes like the kind that carpet comes on.

Rain

Walking through a town that is a hybrid of Louisville, KY and Fayetteville, AR. I walk past a row of storefronts. Outside are several 50s kitchen tables and chairs. It is dark so I use a small spot light to look at them. Just beyond is a farmhouse with all kinds of cool junk in the large yard. I remember it from a previous dream as a snack bar / arcade. There are rusted, welded sculptures and old pinball machines. I see a large square table that has the same clown art as Mom and Dad’s pinball machine, but the surface of the table is a baseball game with holes at the bases and positions. Several plastic eggs are sitting there as balls. It is covered with dirt and grime. I want it and think about looking into buying it. Wonder how much it will be. As I go inside the front door, I am greeting by a large old woman. She is kind and welcoming. Brooke suddenly joins me. She explains that the house and land belong to her family. And that an artist lives there. He is on the list of famous naked artists. I am impressed and don’t question what that means. Brooke and I take a walk around back to look at the sculptures and junk. There are piles of scrap metal around and smaller welded pieces the size of loafs of bread. There form a row near a small tree. I think that all of this will be hers and thus mine. We see a man, the artist on a tractor or truck across the field. We all wave and I tell Brooke that we have to go inside because it is about to rain. The sky is clear, but she follows me towards the house. Suddenly dark storm clouds blow in and it starts to rain. I grab her hand and run as the wind picks up to gusts. We see a dark funnel cloud coming over a far hill and trees. As we turn the corner of the house, we see another funnel cloud coming through town. Brooke runs ahead into the house and I stop on the porch to take a picture of each tornado with my digital camera. I am not happy with either shot but get my ass inside. We go through the house led by the old woman. We enter the kitchen and there is red glassware (bowls, glasses, vases, platters) in variations of the same color and pattern. They sit on a shelf and inside the refrigerator. I think it is odd to have empty glassware in the fridge, but close the door without saying anything. The woman has me pour water into glasses using a clear glass funnel with a handle. When it is moving or at an angle, no water falls out the bottom, but when it is over a glass, it pours. I don’t understand how it works and spill a few drops each time I approach a glass. I put the funnel back on top of a tall glass barometer. It is open at the top of the tip of the funnel to rest in the water inside.

On your mark

Running in a race that starts at a farmhouse. A small group of people (about 15) is waiting to start. I take off first. I’m not sure if we are starting in waves or if I am cheating on a false start, but I know I will lose. I follow a long, winding, concrete trail through a park.

Do run run

Sitting on an elevated floor across from a stage. Watching a Beach Boys concert by myself. Someone behind me starts rubbing my shoulders. It is an oriental girl and when I turn my head around to see, she kisses me. Her tongue goes into my mouth and I suck on it like a Popsicle. She tries to slide her hand down my pants. Then she strokes me and wants me to run my hand up her plaid skirt. She fingers herself and tells me to do it for her.

Work it

At a school, the principal calls all the students out to the courtyard. Then I am on the roof with a crowd of students looking down at the campus of the school. Suddenly a dj starts playing below really loud music with heavy bass. A group gathers, it feels like they are filming a video like the one that U2 did on top of theater or something in LA.

A woman tells me that 1 out of every 3 women have been involved in the sex industry.

Kick it in second wind

A TV show is playing brief biographies of celebrities that have attempted suicide. The last one they show is Jimmy Buffett. Then the camera follows him as he drives a bicycle cart through a Caribbean town. He almost gets hit by truck or fruit cart. He yells at the other driver then peddles down the road.

Here comes the bride

Organizing a wedding in Louisville, another guy is helping me. We enter a long narrow room that feels like a hotel ballroom. I want to do the whole thing, wedding and reception in here. He says it’s not big enough.