Flood

A flood hits a warehouse where I’ve taken shelter with a group of random people. I end up washed away and floating. The water around me is pretty calm like a lake, but all I see in any direction is water. I float along without effort or worry, but wonder how I will survive. Just then I see a school of fish swimming toward me. I stick both arms down into the water and pull out a fish in each hand. They look like carp but are the color of goldfish. Each is a bit bigger than my entire hand. I’m not hungry, so I decide to save them for later. I don’t want then to get away, so I hold them out of the water until they die, then stuff them down my pants. That is when I realize that I’m just wearing a pair of swim trunks. I look behind me and see the warehouse sticking out of the water. I don’t see a door and I don’t try to paddle or swim towards the building. But I drift right up to an open window, I don’t know how many floors are under water. A man inside helps me up and into the window. Then I look back down at the water just in time to grab the round, yellow inflatable raft I assume I was just sitting on, even though I wasn’t aware of it until now. There are a few people inside, but lots of the group I was with are missing. I don’t know how many or what happened to them. The people that remain are in a large room with wood flooring like a school gym. I walk over to a woman standing by some filing cabinets against the far wall. She asks what happened and I pull out the fish and say, “I went out for lunch.”

The stars are out

Watching a bad play or musical, I’m sitting about four rows back to the right of the stage. In the middle of a scene, the lead actor stops, breaks character and asks for a spotlight on the front of the audience. He introduces Britney Spears and some other guy. They are sitting in the second row and wave backwards to the crowd from their seats. A guy two rows behind them starts yelling, “Oh my God, it’s Britney!” over and over, even standing up and pointing. Finally Jason Biggs (from the American Pie movies) stands up, turns around and tells the guy to shut up. He is sitting two or three seats over from Britney. I wonder if he is in the same group and if he is upset that actor on stage didn’t point him out to the audience as well.

Not reality

I’m sitting at a table in a living room taking apart a small electronic device. It is an alarm that I’m trying not to trigger. There is also a small tube shaped chip that I carefully pull out in order to remove some kind of data. My brother (even though I don’t have one in real life) watches over my shoulder nervous that Mom and Dad (or someone else) will come into the house. I safely remove the chip and head upstairs. In the upstairs hallway, a girl in her late teens or early twenties stops me. I don't know her but wonder if she is my sister that I don’t really have. But then she bends over a table against the wall and slowly slides her skirt up. She reaches her hand back to pull me to her and starts grinding against me.

Posted on the wall near the elevator of my old loft is a flyer that says, “Help restore the 47th floor.” I think that it sounds like a cool project, then I realize that the building only has ten floors.

Sprinkle

I’m sitting in the corner of a large parking lot. There are people tailgating all across the lot behind me. I watch runners in a marathon jog past. The street is completely filled with all different kinds of people, some in great shape, some not. After awhile the crowd of runners changes slightly, they look less like runners and more like people walking into a sporting event. I see a few people carrying towels or blankets and one guy carrying a case of beer. I turn around to look behind and the parking lot has changed into a field. I look down at the grass and feel water falling on me. I look up and see a huge longhorn cow spraying water out of its nose. It keeps spraying water in arcing spurts, it seems like it is watering the grass and yellow wildflowers like a sprinkler.

Clubhouse

Hanging out in an underground clubhouse. The lower floor is a giant hole dug into the ground and the upper floor is at ground level made from plywood walls. I walk up a staircase to a hallway of bedrooms. I walk into my room and see Brooke asleep in a plastic chair next to the bed. I wake her up to put in her bed and she tells me that some guy is already in my bed. I look and it’s Matt from the frat’s bike team. I don’t know how he got there or what do to with him. I talk to Brooke for a while and wake up later in bed with her. I don’t know what happened to Matt.
There is an old woman in a closet. I am looking for a postcard.
A woman sitting on the beach. She is in a bikini on a towel. She sends her friends away in the car.

Float

I am walking through some woods and come across a long, narrow balloon like the type used to make balloon animals. It is green, but it is much bigger than normal. It is so big that I am able to weave it around my body by wrapping it around my leg, torso and arm. After I do so, I realize I am not wearing any clothes and I begin to float off the ground. I see something move past in the brush and move towards it. It is a person and I begin follow him. I see that he is holding a gun, some kind of rifle. I continue stalking him, using the tree trunks as cover. If I am afraid of being spotted, I drift a bit higher out of his line of slight. I see more people ahead and float higher, up to the level of the tree branches. I see a large group shooting at each other. I don’t hear any gunfire and realize that they are playing paintball. There seem to be at least two teams fighting, but I can’t tell who is on which side. I go higher to get a better view, until I am above the trees looking down on the action. I see a small group separated from the main battle by a group of trees. This small group of 3 or 4 starts shooting at me, but I am too high out of range. Their paintballs explode with colorful splats harmlessly in the air several feet below me.

Jerk, Ham, Fitness

Walking through some kind of dorm. I see a guy that is my neighbor standing outside. I little dog runs up to me with a leash hanging out of his mouth. It is my neighbor’s poodle. I crouch down and pet and talk to him. I take the leash to take him for a walk. When I get inside, the neighbor yells at me for always messing with his stuff. He says something about he doesn’t know what I’m up to with the nice guy act. I think, “Hey, I’m just doing favors for my friends, what’s your problem?” So I throw the leash on the kitchen counter and leave.

Sitting in the back row of a theatre watching a scary play with Brooke. She slips out to go to the restroom just before an ugly, evil witch-type character appears on stage in flowing black and grey robes. I can’t tell if the character is male or female, it is just a purely evil being. It rises off the stage and flies above the audience. It howls and screeches something about taking over the body of someone. It rises almost up to the ceiling and suddenly dives straight down towards me. I am terrified until it lands head first in Brooke’s empty seat. It is stuck in the folded seat with it’s legs are sticking up in the air. It gets up and falls seated into the empty chair next to Brooke’s on the aisle. I laugh and it hisses at me to get out. I slide out past it acting terrified to play the audience for laughs. Then I cower in a corner next to the aisle by the doors to the theatre. I give out an exaggerated whimper and the crowd loves it.

In a store or gym filled with shelves and exercise equipment. There is a bank of TV monitors above a slanted wall with several movie titles/logos printed in columns. I use a system of ropes and pulleys controlled by my hands and feet to select which one plays on the TV screens.

Scooby Doo, where are you?

A few people, including Brooke and I, are in a camper van that is parked. It rocks suddenly as if something big smashed into the side of it or as if it was caught in an earthquake. Then it starts driving forward, even though no one is at the wheel. It rolls down the street out of control and smashes into a telephone pole. Then we are driving through a neighborhood looking for a house that is haunted. I believe it is the ghosts that took over the van and crashed it.

Rude

Sitting in a metal folding chair, reading a book when I’m supposed to be listening to someone.

Change

A middle age, attractive woman is sitting in a richly decorated drawing room. It seems as though she is sitting on a set. She talks about the antique teacup she is drinking out of and then the rest of the set, calling the pieces by the name of the brand or designer. She is a former porn star doing a financial advice tv show.

Walking through a field in a boy scout camp. Under a large shade tree, two boys are playing with a stack of plastic funnels near a green garden hose. I am wearing a light brown scout shirt. I pick up one of the funnels the boys have dropped and use it to fill up a plastic canteen shaped like the army one I used to carry. When I’m done, I see Mr. Armbrust and go talk to him. He asks if I ever got an award for being a founding member of our troop. When I say no, he tells him about the troop now, how the new leader is a military man and how big the troop is now. He says, "its mess kits everywhere." I tell him that we started the troop because we didn’t like big troops like that, the ones that went camping in a school bus outfitted with portable generators.

Abandoned art

Taking a tour inside a house with my cousins, Chrissy and Danny. There is an empty line for some kind of fun house, but we pass it and go into another room. We seem to be waiting there for the tour to continue or someone to come get us. Laying on the floor in the middle of the room is a broken clock made from a hubcap with large wire (almost rebar) sticking out of it, there are pool balls for numbers but a few are missing. Danny flips it over and I see the weld marks. There is also an outline of the state of Texas and a note with the name of whoever made it. I find some handmade posters behind a piece of furniture. I flip one over and there are dollar bills glued all over the back. I remove two of them, but they tear in pieces. I stop and debate if I should take them. I wonder if it is stealing and who they belong to. Danny says it not worth it for a dollar, but maybe if it was more. Then I remember that one of the bills was a ten. Someone tears another poster into pieces and uses them to make a new collage.

Worst citizens arrest ever

Standing among a group of people in an academic or corporate lobby. Everyone is looking out the front of the building through the glass wall and doors. A drunk guy stumbles up and someone locks the door before he can get in. The crowd considers him a threat or at least trouble. Everyone seems glad he can’t cause us any trouble locked out. Then he grabs a young woman that is walking by and starts hitting on her and trying to grope her. I throw open the door and yell at him to stop. There is a sense of fear in the air, no one knows what the guy will do. I worry that he will hurt the girl or attack me. But instead he stops and looks berated or ashamed. I take him by the arm or scruff of his collar and led him inside. I continue projecting an air of authority as the crowd steps aside to let us pass. I lead him down a hall and into a room of jail cells. Although the walls of the cell don’t line up in squares, so they won’t actually contain anyone. You could just walk around the metal bars I put him into a cell where he sits on chair. He doesn’t try to get up of leave even though his cell only has one wall.

Delete this message

I check my email and see a message from Mary. As I click to open the email, I assume that it is feedback from my job interview. But instead it is an update on her business plan with a list of other agencies that she is in talks with about a merger or buy-out. The agency I used to work at is on the list. And I think how easy I’d have it if that deal went through.

The big game

I am walking through a town that is deserted. I see handwritten signs posted in the doors of local businesses. Everyone has gone out of town for the game. I assume I am in Austin during the weekend of the UT vs. OU game in Dallas.

Looking

Walking through the hallways of a stadium with Dad and a random group of my friends. We pass through concrete tunnels, up stairs and past rows of seats. The whole time I am looking at the ground, searching for anything of value or interesting that someone may have dropped. We walk out of the stadium through an open air plaza and head down to a dock. We board a boat with rows of wooden bench seats for a tour.

Worst dive ever

Drive into the parking lot of an empty strip mall that is being turned into several different bars. Some are closed for remodeling and some are already open. I walk into a strip club that looks like a normal dive bar. I don’t see any stages or poles. But there are plastic bags the size of paper grocery bags sitting on the bar and a few tables. The Hooters logo is on the side of the bags, the bar must have a partnership to serve food from a Hooters next door. I order a beer at the bar and it takes awhile. I give the bartender a $5 and $1 and wait for change. A guy walking by spills his beer all over the green sweater I am wearing. I grab some napkins to dry it off. As I am rubbing the napkins on the front of the sweater, holes tear in the fabric. I go into the bathroom, check the mirror and straighten up a bit. Then I go play poker at a green felt table in another part of the bar. I finally realize that this strip club doesn’t seem to have any girls walking around.