Clear out

I am following a pick-up truck fast down a country road, I am on a tiny red car with several of the same cars zooming around the pick-up. It has a cartoon feel, like an old black and white keystone cops type comedy redone in color with modern special effects. Because the pick up is falling apart and loosing parts all over the road. A bracket falls off near the front wheel and the whole trucks starts rattling. A little guy that looks like Buckwheat jumps off his car grabs the piece runs and jumps back on his car without breaking pace. He then zooms up next the to the truck, stick the part back in place and truck keeps rolling smoothly on.
Then another trucks comes up fast behind us. This truck is surrounded by full size 4x4 all-terrain vehicles. These guys look mean and are after us. Somehow I am on the side of the road and a tough woman and man approach me. I pick up my car and swing it at them, then I take off running. I have a handful of loose quarters in my hand. They catch up to me near a building. They threaten me and I know that I won’t be able to defend myself. At the last minute, all my Jersey guys walk around the corner. I watch them walk, they don’t see. The man and woman stare at me, as if to tell me that the pain will be worse if I yell. I call out. Fred and Paul turn around. The two tough guys take off running. I pick up and throw a cheese grater at them as they retreat.

The Jersey guys and I are staying in the second floor of a building near a beach. The place seems to be divided into eight sections. We don’t know the other guys and girls staying there, but everyone comes and goes as they please, just hanging out.

I am in a crowded family restaurant looking for a table to sit with a friend. I am carrying a tray like at fast food places. Langston clears plates from a table but it is not for him and I to sit down. He is bussing the table for two black girls as if he works there.

Auld lang syne

Meet Alex from New Year’s in a coffeehouse. We’re both there on two different mornings. We leave to take the subway to work.

Quick bursts

Group walks into a hotel with a mall and casino attached. I leave for another hotel, but don’t know why I’m not going to the casino.

Working on my laptop in a middle school. I leave it.

I get out of my car and it has two flat tires. I leave it in Donna’s garage.

Women in an office, one of them tries to give me an education voucher form.

What a ride

The blazer is parked by the side of a road with luggage piled next to it. A female cop pulls up and tells us to move along since we are blocking a lane of traffic.
Later a sheriff pulls up next to the blazer in a gravel parking lot and starts talking to me through the open windows. I am anxious to get away but he keeps asking me questions. Another vehicle pulls between us to talk to him and I take the opportunity to drive quickly away. I speed up, taking corners too fast and flying over some railroad tracks. The tracks turn into a roller coaster and now I am driving my new car, the Honda Civic Si along the rails. I fear that the car will fly off in one of turns but I keep driving faster. The speedometer reads 70 miles per hour. I drive up a big hill and down the other side, then I hit a jump and the car flies up into the air and sails over a river far below. The car begins to drop, then falls rapidly away from me. It is as if it was a convertible that I flew out the top of. I look below me and try to aim for the middle of the river. I see it is surrounded by swampland. I see Mom and Dad below shouting at me and I also see the car stuck in mud at the bank of the river with large and deep skid marks behind it. I keep drifting back and forth and although I try to control my path, I keep drifting off course. The ground is approaching and I see that I am going to land in a shallow area of water in the middle of a swamp. I picture myself landing gently on two feet.

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.