Mystery

In the lobby of a fancy hotel with Dad and Stacy. Bellhops appear to take our coats and bags. We sit on orate couches. Another bellhop comes up with a silver cup of steaming hot water and a mug of shaving cream, I am supposed to follow him to a room to get cleaned up. Instead I sneak down the hall and into a storage room full of old stuff and work benches. I am looking through things, trying to find something. A man working at a tool bench asks if he can help me. I think I’m busted and take a risk – I tell I just started work here and am checking things out and that I love seeing all this old stuff. He leaves me alone. I go through a stack of Disney posters looking for a particular one. There are original drawings and autographed movie posters. I find two of the poster I am looking for and choose the one in the best shape. I roll it up and stuff it down the front of my shirt. I leave back down the hall, but can’t find the family.

Crutch and I are carrying a large crate down the same hallway. He wants to set it down and open it in a large open room (like a conference or ballroom). But I say we need to put it in the storage room since it locks. I think there are weapons inside the crate. But what for? Are we hiding them from bad guys or selling them? There is someone in the storage room, so we try a locked office. The office we choose belongs to our creative department. But a woman tells us that we have to get permission in advance to store anything in there.

I am engaged to a woman. She has just introduced me to her family. Her sister is killed. The sister’s husband with us, but doesn’t do anything. The next day, I have to tell her parents that their daughter is dead. I am getting along with the parents and as we are talking I realize they don’t know. We have just gotten onto a tour-type bus. I tell them their daughter is dead. The mother asks, “Why didn’t they tell us? Did they want to spare us?” Then she loses it and begins crying uncontrollably. The husband holds her. A woman (the bus driver or a tour guide?) tells me that they are turning the bus around because she is crying.

The kindness of strangers

An old woman I don’t know died and left me $32,000. I thought, “Well, it’s enough to pay my debts.”

Rah

Pep rally or convention held in a large room that’s a cross between a medieval courtyard and a high school gym. Long tables, old frat brothers sit in the back and make fun of the speakers. Andy Murray turns around and asks where I got the folder and if they handed out new materials for this presentation. A family in college sweatshirts speaks at a podium. People tape posters to the walls around the room.

Brooke and I go to our room on a cruise ship. We are sharing a room with 6 beds. A bunch of boys walk in just ahead of us. At the front desk, we switch to a room with an outer view.

I’m going to catch a train from an airport to a city. But the tunnel is closed. Don Littlejohn is suddenly with me and finds a basketball, which he shoots off light poles. We get on a bus that waits among a long line of buses.

Jackpot

Dave and I are in a huge arcade. He is in a corner playing a video game and I walk past a row of slot machines. But the one I play is odd because I pull a handle in the middle of floor all by itself, then walk through the arcade and around a corner to the actual machine which by the time I get there is already about to stop spinning it’s wheels. I walk back to the handle to try again. After I pull, I walk back to the machine and there is a crowd around it. All three wheels have hit the same crazy symbol, something like Super Jacks represented by a giant “J”. There are large silver coins piling up inn front of the machine. But I never hear the cling, cling, cling of the coins falling that I love so much. I start running my fingers through the coins, even digging them out from beside the machine where they are over-flowing. There is a digital read-out right below the wheels that reads how large the pay out is. It is a 1 or 5 followed by 6 or 8 zeros. I leave to find Dave or because I have a job interview. When I tell Dave about all the money I won, he doesn’t believe me and won’t come with me to look or help pick up the money. He says there’s no way I won whatever thousands of dollars in an arcade. When I return to the machine, the pile of coins is gone. I turn to the manager who is nearby arranging large plastic cups of pennies. I ask him where he put my money and he just shrugs and says something. Only then do I realize that the crowd has disappeared with my money.

Messy

Brooke is trying to find a parking space is a dark lot. It has a college feel. She pulls around the lot and drives over a curb to get in a space. There is a building in the middle of the lot and on the opposite side is a small group of people. Brooke and I join the group under the awning they stand under. A maintenance man is repairing the aluminum structure of the awning. I notice it buckling or tearing and wonder if everyone is in danger if it collapses. But no one looks concerned and I forget about it as Brooke and I leave the group. Brooke then tells the maintenance man that he needs to fix something else and get a memorial built over her. He dismisses her. Brooke huffs away very upset. Seeing this, the man tries to find out how he can help. But Brooke is already walking away, she is too upset to respond to my calls to her. The maintenance man asks what denomination we are. I reply Judaism and he tells me a phone number. It is some numbers and the word guilt followed by more numbers. (something like 010-GUILT-22) He says it is the number of the counselor or someone in charge of that department.

I have just moved into a huge apartment. It seems to be one giant room that has a series of rooms built into out of plywood. There are also random structures made of the same wood for example a palm tree. I follow two guys (my new roommates) running through it. We crawl through tunnels and up ladders. There are toys and junk all over the floors and the kitchen is littered with beer bottles on every surface. We end up sitting on the second floor overlooking all the way down to the first. The ceiling is huge. The walls are decorated with balloons and posters. One giant one reads, “All you need is” and a bigger one below it says “Love.”

I show up to work in a kitchen as a dishwasher, but I am wearing slacks. I roll up the sleeves of the thick dress shirt I am wearing and survey the place. It is a mess. There are dishes and food stacked everywhere. My Kenneth Cole shoes with the worn soles are sliding through a layer of grease and slime on the floor.

Big city. Big star.

I move to NYC. My apartment is big, dingy and cluttered. I climb stairs to reach it and after I enter, I bolt the door. I start to walk in but turn and put the chain on the door also. I am walking or running down a city street and ask someone where the nearest subway stop is. I know without getting an answer that there is one behind me a few blocks and one ahead but they are for different trains. I don’t know which one I need but I continue on the direction I was going. I am on my way to meet Dave. Then we are walking down a narrow street and a bright yellow SUV turns suddenly across the street and squeals to a stop blocking traffic. A woman in a brown leather jacket jumps out and yells, “This is a robbery!” Dave and I melt backwards into the crowd that has formed. Dave slips away before I am able. As we walk away, I see a couple I know and tell them that I just got back to town. They say great and that they’ll have to tell Chris and someone else. I don’t know who any of these people are.

I am back in the same apartment, but it is not mine although I am living there. There are several people watching TV in the bedroom. I tell a woman that I ate some of the lamp chops in the fridge and hope that is ok. The woman is Sharon Osborne. A man I don’t recognize tells me it’s fine, to make myself at home. Then I am sitting at dinner telling a rock star how I’ve been living with a rock star. Either I am telling Ozzy Osborne about ho I met another rock star friend of his or I am telling another rock star about living with Ozzy. I am not aware of any cameras recording the TV show “The Ozbornes” for Mtv.

Getting by with respect

I am walking across a long highway bridge, traffic roaring past. I am tired. Suddenly a 4 by 4 little off road cart (an ATV) pulls up at the driver says hop on. The driver is a retarded kid, his body is bent and limbs are too short. The 4 by 4 is his wheel chair. I climb on and he takes off into the city. We are cruising the streets of NYC and I give him an address by cross-streets. We pass a high school marching band getting off a tour bus and the kids yell out his name to stop. He just laughs and keeps going. After he drops me off, I walk past two women calling his name. I ask if they are looking for the kid on the 4 by 4 and point out which way he went.

I am in and old diner or cafe, trying to raise or lower an American flag thru a hole in the ceiling. I lower the flag but can’t remove it, it is sewed into the rope. I try to raise it again but it won’t go up. Am I pulling the rope in the wrong direction? An old man excuses himself as he passes in front of me to put a folded American flag up on a shelf. It is more like bunched into a rectangle than folded into the proper triangle. The man is a veteran cleaning up after a meeting of his veteran’s group that meets here.

Stop the party

I am at a mansion, there is some kind of huge yard sale out front and a party inside. There are old round wooden tables, each one covered in identical merchandise. Across the yard are white linens hanging from trees or fences, blowing in the breeze. On the other side of the yard is someone grilled and served picnic food for the party. I walk up a staircase towards the inside of the house, behind me I turn to see Andrew and Chauncey. I am amazed and overjoyed that Chauncey is alive and embrace him.

I am in a crime lab talking to a forensic investigator (the young guy on CSI) about a strange noise coming from another room. In the corner of the room, a body that I thought was dead says, “Try the key of C” I turn to look at him and it is just a head sitting on a tray attached to several wires. The head blows onto a comb wrapped in wax paper like a harmonica and the noise in the other room answers him in kind. The noise is now recognizable as whale song. I go into the other room. It is a bathroom like a locker room. I see a dolphin floating in a glass shower with the door closed and full of water. The dolphin rises out of and above the shower door as if to talk to me. But instead it leaps up and toward a window. As the dolphin leaps out of the window, it changes into a small polar bear. I yell that it’s getting away as I watch it run off across the courtyard 2 or 3 stories below.

An old man pulls off the road to give a kid a ride. The kid is pushing a bike. The old mans is going to put it the trunk. But instead he picks up a cart on the side of the road and tries repeatedly to throw in up on top of some scaffolding on the side of a building on the side of the road. The cart flies up almost hooks on the bars of the scaffold, then falls again.

There is a magic show in a never-ending field. It has a Central Park feel, everyone on blankets on the grass. A magician comes through the crowd, doing tricks. He makes a raw turkey appear and hands it to me. I look inside.

There is a little girl shooting bottle rockets by my apartment. When I walk up, she runs off. I pick up a bottle rocket she dropped. I want to shoot it across the lake and try to skip it across the surface like a stone. I go inside to find a lighter. Beth is inside vacuuming naked. I move towards her and she backs up against the wall towards the corner of the room. I lean in to kiss her while closing the front door. She turns away towards the corner and gets her skin caught in the closing door above the hinge. She yells, “Ow, my nipple!”

Savage

I am in an unfinished basement. I pass a refrigerator with the top and bottom doors opened. I assume it is unplugged, but there is ice on the eggo waffles inside. I take a piss in the corner of the room. I hear someone coming down the stairs. I hide behind a table. A huge cockroach scuttles past against the wall.

I’m walking through an airport and turn to watch a hot blonde go pass me. Her hair hides her face. I think, “I love the airport.” Then Brooke is telling me not to go, that she has two condoms.

Making a break for it

I am in a group of prisoners. We are standing in a line being circled by giant silver robot guards. One of them breaks or is destroyed? Another prisoner drags half of it away. We make our escape.

I am running down a city street, chasing a man. Several other people are chasing him with me. I jump the corner of a bench trying to head straight for the man. I realize that I am running and jumping faster than my psychical shape should allow. Next I jump onto a large concrete flower pot, off of it onto the truck of a car. As I am running up the roof of the car onto it’s front hood, I think that this is not the most effective way of chasing, it would have been faster to run on the ground. It seems I am being left behind. I jump onto the next car in front, someone inside yells. As I leap from the trunk onto it’s roof, I see it has a sunroof. I slide through it into the passenger seat. The driver is shocked but I yell for him to drive. Drive! And point to the man being chased by a few people. The driver takes off and I know we will catch the man I have been chasing. The car I jumped into is a trans am. The driver is smoking a cigarette that looks like a joint. We pull up in front of a club, there is a huge line outside. Has the man hidden among it or has the dream changed completely? There are people from high school in the line. The driver and I are now supposed to meet up with them. McKenzie is there. I tell the driver to park in a gravel lot. Then a group of us are walking through a parking garage. Dave Thomas stops next to a dumpster that is twice as tall as a normal one. There are all kinds of bottles standing on top of it. Someone else lifts the lids quietly and Dave reaches up and removes a bottle of tanqaray and a gallon bottle of rum containing red liquid. Dave raves about saving his booze and that the fruit punch is already mixed in. Security had confiscated it and we were sneaking through the garage to avoid them. I finally enter the door to the club, I am in a foyer about to buy tickets. I can’t see inside the club but it feels almost empty. I also think that it might be a comedy club even though that was not what I was expecting. I step up to the counter to pay. Tickets now cost 50 bucks.