Cable & Jazz

I’m in a day care center that looks more like a theme park store. I gather the kids in front of a wall of televisions. I go to sit down against the wall and instead of choosing the adult size rocking chair. I sit on a kid’s chair that I am too big for, I sit perched across the two arms instead of fitting down onto the seat. The TVs won’t play, so one of the women that works there is behind a counter trying to fix it. I yell out as if doing the old high school Spirit cheer, “We got scrambled, yes we do. We got scrambled, how ‘bout you?!” All the kids laugh.


Walking thru a hotel then a mall talking to a girl. Have we just left a conference?
Then I walk up a set of carpeted stairs into a nice hotel lobby. There is a jazz band playing but it is odd because the band is arranged around a grand piano that is stuck into an elevator, the man playing it is sitting with his back against the back of the elevator wall. The two elevators next to it are still operating for guests. I tip the band a dollar as I walk past. I continue through the lobby and towards an exit on the other side. As I approach the door, the song ends and the bassist thanks me for the tip into his microphone. So I drop another tip, some change, into a clear box at the door. A bald man had just dropped some money into the same box a moment before.

Action hero

I’m flying a fighter jet and an alien ship with long piercer arms is trying to grab my plane. I maneuver and roll out of its grip. I fly over top of the ship, it has long, metal legs reaching down to the ground and its long arms are still trying to grab me. I evade but crash into the ground somehow still managing to save the day.

Saved by the bell

Tiffani-Amber Thiessen seduces me. We’re in bed fooling around and the moment right before we go all the way, she gets up and opens the door. Brooke, Ashley and Michele run in with wrapped presents and happy birthday helium balloons.

Don't talk and drive

I was getting into the driver's seat of a U-haul, right as my cellaphone rings. It's Vin on the line asking when I'll be at the Park. I say "Hi, Vin" as I turn the key in the ignition. Before I can hit the gas, the truck starts rolling backwards. Which is odd because Orlando is pretty flat. I say, "Hold on, Vinny" and try to hit the brakes, but the seat is pushed back to far and I can't reach the pedals. Vin keeps yakking but I can't hear him over the sound of horns honking and trashcans and mailboxes being mowed down by my now run-away U-haul. I finally stomp on the brakes, but it does no good.
Now a cop starts chasing me, I see him through the windshield of the squad car cursing to stop. I try yelling back, "No Brakes!" and Vin says, "I didn't break it." The truck barrels through intersections with the cop in pursuit. And this steep hill I'm trying to steer down backwards just never f-ing ends. Finally I slam thing into a telephone pole and the truck finally stops by wrapping itself completely around the pole.
Then I wake up thinking, "When did I give Vin my phone number?"
So this morning, I leave for work feeling a little haggard. As I’m backing out of my parking space, an SUV comes around the corner and slams into my rear bumper. A college girl gets out while continuing the conversation she’s been having on her cell. So I say to her, “What, no brakes?”

Hot tip

I’m on some kind of a scavenger hunt or quest. And I find a horse hanging in a little convenient store type bar. I overhear a little man reporting in to his superiors that I’m never going to find it. I don’t know if he knows I’m there or not.
I go onto a boat to talk to a small town mob guy because a friend of mine incurred either 500,000 or 50,000 dollars in poker debt. And I’m there to set up a payment plan or talk him out of it. The boss sets aside part of the debt because I once gave him a hot tip on a horse that paid off.